I loved the shadows this morning, and the golden glow of all the dried cattails.
And, of course, the geese. Parts of the pond were open,
and other parts were frozen over. I wondered why the geese were following the leader along the dog-leg through the open water, till I watched another trying to break the ice. It was not that thick, but I weigh a lot more than a goose. He was really struggling to clear a path for his friends.