<html><head></head><body><div class="ydpa7febdf3yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"><span><div class="ydp9f0600acyiv0442043753ydp9e0894b6yahoo-style-wrap" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(38, 40, 42); text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; letter-spacing: normal; font-family: Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; word-spacing: 0px; white-space: normal; orphans: 2; background-color: transparent;">This is not a happy story. I was walking the dog at Mt View when several hundred migrating geese flew in from the north. They were low so I could hear the whistling of their wings as they passed. For generations, or as long as I have been here (1/2 a century), they land every late fall in the field just east of the park. It's kind of a semi-wet land where they glean and hunker down for a spell and rest. Well, they circled the area a couple of times looking down on earth movers, back hoes, and dump trucks ripping up the ground, then the leaders turned south, the rest following. </div><div class="ydp9f0600acyiv0442043753ydp9e0894b6yahoo-style-wrap" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(38, 40, 42); text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; letter-spacing: normal; font-family: Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; word-spacing: 0px; white-space: normal; orphans: 2; background-color: transparent;">I have always enjoyed watching them gather in that field calling down others to join them as new flocks pass. I usually don't anthropomorphize, but I think they might have been sad. For sure I was for them. This would have been a wonderful Trail family legacy to bequeath that land to Moscow Parks. Gone now. And the creek is just flowing mud from the run-off. </div></span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br></div></body></html>