I've been hearing them almost a week now, just before the sun breaks over the field behind the house in the mornings, hard on their way to a mine lake. In the everings - a little more subdued, but with same soft swoosh and heralding honks as in the mornings.
The reeds and grasses are turning - quickly losing the shiny green of summer and fading into the reds and creams and browns.They are getting scratchy and starting to crackle a bit.
The dogs are working hard every day. Eyes watching the sky - they are antsy, and restless, and ready to swim.
Soon, very soon, it will be time.