I was taking my usual walk down around Roswell Marsh and back when I heard this deafening ruckus of noisy geese. I looked up and around and I was surrounded by hundreds of geese. The evening sun lit up their wings and it looked like a blizzard.
A snowstorm of swirling white winged geese amid the corn stalks.
Snow geese fly in the V to conserve energy and swap who leads and who straggles behind, but they also swirl over the ground deciding where to land. Looks like a white tornado when they circle their potential landing site. They still have a long way to go to their nesting grounds in the Arctic tundra. Hard to believe that at one time they were pretty rare
