I hear them before I see them. The faint sounds of birds honking, similar to the sound of seagulls calling. I hear them even more at night, a ghostly sound that rings through my open window as they pass overhead in the nighttime sky.
If it is during the day, I stop and scan the sky. Eventually I spot them, often high up in the sky, flying in their ragged V formations North-west. They are heading to the lakes of the island, some to stay for the summer and some to rest and then continue on further north.
As I watch them, the V is constantly shifting, with different birds taking the lead spot. There is the constant honking, as if they are telling each other what they will do when they reach the final destination. Often there is a small stragglers’ bunch, forming their own V behind the main flock.
As they disappear from sight I can still hear them.
Spring has arrived, and the geese are flying.