August Geese

A hazy August dawn and a small flock of Canada geese are by the dock wall. A lone greylag goose trails behind, I often see them together.

They drop down onto the salt marsh with the edges of their wings picked out in the sunrise.

The salt marsh is rich in herbs and grasses . . .

. . . the leaves of the sea plantain seem to be a particular attraction.

A summer storm is brewing . .  large drops of rain begin falling. They start slowly but gain a frenzied momentum and for a while the sound of raindrops hitting leaves and landing heavily on parched earth drowns out the sounds of the geese.  

Shafts of sunlight settle on Denny Island as the storm clouds clear. They cast a lovely blue-green hue across the Welsh hills.

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