Fall, fowl, & fog

What a joy! My geese came back.
It is officially here, IMHO. I woke to the sound of the honking this a.m., with a morning temperature of +6 C., I have begun to believe.
I threw them some cracked corn, and bid them farewell.

Light levels are so different, with the lakeshore in shade and the neighbour's dock and the far shore in sunlight.

The fog was dancing on the warm lake water in cool air temperatures. Yesterday, and for the previous few weeks, we have been able to read by the lake in the afternoon, after chores are complete! We'll need jackets.
Eva & her goslings came to visit once again. I heard them honking. I managed, finally, to get a fly by shooting of a true 'V' in formation. Eva & brood preferred to munch at our shore.

I love the talk in the grocery store lineups: complaints about raking leaves, mowing lawns, bringing in the boats (for many = plural). Fer gawd's sake, plant clover or another ground cover, or leave it natural. Hire a company but for Pete's sake: stop complaining when you have a beautiful property and manage to cottage in the land of lakes, water and sun. (We live here. We do not complain!)

Even the merganser has come back to visit. The perfect reflection of rock and bird pleased me!