While traveling to California final year,I stopped in novel Mexico in hopes of witnessing a mass migration of geese, joined by a hundred or so Sandhill Cranes, or which are not found where I live on the East coast.
Near sunset,the huge Cranes began flying from nearby fields to the large pond where small Snow and Ross Geese had all converged.They successfully cohabitated, swimming, and preening and feeding until as whether on cue,they all simultaneously took flight. The reason? Two birds perched high in the lone tree in the middle of the pond decided to vacate their perches and fly. They were bald eagles.
The migration only happens once a year, and all the beauty surrounding me was frankly overwhelming. Trees barren and lifeless from the western drought and season suddenly glowed in golden colors as the suns setting rays breathed novel life into them. Cooling temperatures corralled clouds that puffed and stretched to mirror the colorful rays and lustrous white geese dotted the sky, or quickly changing into vivid then deepening colors.
I count it as one of the most beautiful experiences I contain and may ever witness.
Source: cnn.com