The geese take off from the lake, fly around in a great flock, as far as three miles perhaps, then alight on the water again.
It is very beautiful. I saw them on Friday, but was with a friend so did not want to be messing about with a camera. Now, the next sunny day, I wonder if they will repeat. I see no flocks of geese as I approach. Just my luck if they had all emigrated!
The self-aware swan, nervously looking at its reflection, is some consolation.
Then- there they are! It would be beautiful, just to contemplate them; but I want a good shot. They are towards the sun: perhaps from over there I would get a better view.
They fly so close together! Many shots are less well focused than this.
I love this shot:
I stood around for about half an hour, waiting for them, then snapping away, seventy shots, most unfocused, some just of sky or trees. I got chatting to an old bloke who comes here every day, can tell different kinds of geese apart, and has been watching them from the causeway.
This family has four young, a good survival rate. They were ten yards away, aware but unfazed by me.