October 24, 2010.I took this picture midmorning after coffee with my father, uncle, and neighbor. The geese had flown in early morning and they stayed the majority of the day harvesting the newly plowed ground. If you enlarge the picture and squint, you can see the geese.
This field is one of the last open spaces in the bedroom town in which I live. One day the lane will be a paved road and the fields will be rows of track homes. As long as my father remains on earth, so will his land remain wheat, alfalfa, onion, and watermelon fields, with a garden of tomatoes, basil, tobacco, sunflowers, and home to fox, deer, racoon, quail, hawks, and frequented by a local falconer, beekeeper, bowhunter, and by residents walking their dogs.
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