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Migration September 8, 2008

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.

At breakfast, we heard our first migrating geese as they honked over our house, heading south. I pouted.

Tomorrow, we head east and a bit north to coastal feeding grounds. I’ll be in Portland for a week, mostly chained to my desk trying to keep deadline panic at bay. (But, for the record, on Saturday you’ll likely find me at the roller derby.)

It’s that time of year: We’ll come back to a changed Vermont.


1. Susan - September 8, 2008

Yup. And probably the Vermont a slew of people will migrate to photograph.

Leaves started falling early this year in my barnyard. Brown leaves, crisp from the drought. They didn’t even have time to change color.

I love fall. If only it brought spring . . .

2. Bridgett - September 8, 2008

Here it’s still summer for a little while longer. Fall is in the air but it keeps bouncing back and thunder storming, like right now. I know within the month we’ll see the geese, and two months, we’ll greet the juncos.

3. Cedar Waxwing - September 8, 2008

Fall has not reached us yet — thank God, although I heard some geese the other day. Likely some that just move from pond to pond down here.

4. Adam Byrn Tritt - September 8, 2008

I miss the seasons and the elegant changes that, in the retrospection of the following months, seemed always sudden. Here, though, if I pay attention, I can notice the subtle shifts in light, the change in the air coming with the sun higher and higher. I know the seasons are moving when I can hear the sandhill cranes. Then, for two months or so, sweatshirts will sit on the dresser for early morning wear, a coat or two will hang, getting dusty, near the door and I’ll locate my long underwear in case I get lucky enough to somehow find myself up north.

On a more violent note, who can I get to go to a roller derby with me?

Please enjoy my rendition of this blog post, from my last book, read by a good friend of yours.

5. Helen - September 9, 2008

Maybe some day you can write a mockumentary about one woman’s ascension from the tenements of Brattleboro to the throne of roller derby queen.

6. She She - September 9, 2008

I noticed the geese about a week ago. One of my favorite sounds.

7. Mali - September 9, 2008

The buds are forming on our tree outside the dining room window, the kowhai and camellias are in flower. Yep, it’s that time of year.

8. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - September 9, 2008

I always loved Canada Goose week. Such an incredible racket they made! There was a pond in town where they’d spend a few nights, a pleasant little layover of feeding and preening before taking to the skies again.

Speaking of which, come read one of my favorite poems of Adam’s about a similar migration.

9. indigobunting - September 10, 2008

My apologies here for not realizing that Adam’s comment needed approval! Both he and Craig were quite on the same wavelength. I recommend everyone both read and listen to this poem about the sandhills. Gorgeous.

Adam, if you can get to Portland, Maine, by Saturday, you can come to the derby with us.

Happily, it’s only the beginnings of fall in Vermont, but yes, Susan, the migration north begins soon, even to my house.

Love Helen’s mockumentary idea. Perhaps this is a project we can work on together.

Happy spring, Mali, and thanks everyone for the comments!

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