The Big Sky

 

While on my walk the other day in the early morning hours, I was admiring a sunrise not quite born when I suddenly heard this alarming honking. ‘Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!’ Not from a car but from the sky and when I looked up I spied four geese (in their traditional ‘vee’) screaming at two male mallards who were on a collision with them in the big sky. The geese didn’t alter their flight path but those ducks sure did. Silently the ducks sheared off to the west, bouncing as they corrected their course in what appeared to be a panic, similar to a wayward crop-duster suddenly spotting an incoming 747. The geese scolded the ducks a few more times just for good measure. I’m sure the ducks grumbled a bit but I didn’t hear it if they did.

 

I, being an arrogant Human Being, thought midair collisions occurred only to us what with are staggering mastery of the sky through technology. But apparently not. Midair collisions among birds are quite frequent, especially during migration. And, it might be noted, just like our jets, it occurs most often during landings and takeoffs. (I’m speaking of bird on bird collisions).

 

During a ‘fly-out’, those moments when the entire waterway of 10,000 geese lift off to leaving the lake empty and quiet within minutes, can have devastating consequences in the form of concussions, sprains and the almost always fatal broken wings. There are other dangers of course. Both natural and man-made - storms, exhaustion and starvation claim many. It is estimated that 50% of new migrators will not live to repeat the process. I never really thought of that either. But, as they say, better to have tried and failed than to never have danced with a dream in the first place.

 

The more I watch Nature and the animals the more I see we are so very similar.

 

Just another chapter in the book of Oneness. We are not the center, but only a part of The One and our sameness is richer than our differences.