I enjoyed the Red Wing Black Birds, who's call I've learned to imitate. They seemed fascinated when I would answer them--they couldn't figure out what kind of bird I might be. Though they flitted near, I could not get close enough to take pictures of their lovely flash of red feather.
And then there were the Three Stooges you see above. These geese were hilarious to watch. I laughed and laughed at their antics.
It was hard to leave, as the sun set behind the soft rolling hills clad with ancient oak trees.