10/19: one me, one hundred geese

When I kayak on the lake, I usually head out to an island, paddle around it, and then come back home. Today, as I rounded the island, I disturbed flocks of geese resting in the high grasses there. I didn't see them until it was unavoidable. They flew up suddenly, lots of them, all around me, honking and flapping. It wasn't a good thing to worry the geese. But it was extraordinary to be surrounded by them.