A Day In A Journey Of Many

The golden orb in the sky was gradually sinking into the world, drawing conclusion to another day. The carroty radiance was filling the heavens and shimmering down on the terrain below, falling upon the water’s surface. The migrating waterfowl resting on rippling waters, the majority floated in silence, a few held conversations with the others about them. A serene and peaceful rest awaited those travelers of miles, during the stop at this oasis.

Twice a year they journey across the plains of Iowa, onto parts mysterious, a few to Minnesota, some on to North Dakota, a few travel as far-off as the Arctic Circle, all to continue their circle of life. They journey hundreds of miles, without a compass or map to guide them, instinct leads them, and the majority arrives at their final destination.

The minority fall upon destitution along the way, a final end to the endeavor of propagating the species, the consequences of which, are meeting their own demise. Perhaps this is what they converse about as they unwind, basking in the final rays of daylight, soaking in the cooling waters of winters finale.

These are the stirrings of spring, symbols of a renaissance, the awakening from a long winters nap. All seasons contain their own splendor, however none are full of expectation and new growth such as spring delivers.
As the light turns shadowy, the multitudes assemble and drift in silence, thus ends a solitary day in a journey of many.

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"The Birdset" The sunsets over the Big Marsh in Butler county Iowa.

Sunset Frenzy - While waiting on the sunset at The Big Marsh an Eagle flew over the resting flocks and created this frenzy of waterfowl escaping the hunter.

"Flight to the Heavens" While waiting on the sunset at The Big Marsh in Butler County the resting flocks all decided to leave their oasis for the night.

"Days End Flight" While waiting on the sunset at The Big Marsh the resting flocks all decided to leave their oasis for the night