A gaggle of geese just flew over, and I can't help wondering.
What are they communicating to each other?
I imagine it’s like:
“V-formation tight, everyone! The headwind is picking up!”
“Copy that, Lead. My wings are feeling the lift. The air is crisper down here.”
“Look below—the flat fields are giving way to those rolling green hills we always pass. The ones with the deep river cutting right through.”
"Are we stopping at the usual wetlands for a rest?”
“Not yet. Keep honking, keep the rhythm!”