We flew past the Auburn-Lewiston airport where we usually eat our Wednesday breakfast. We were heading north of LEW to Turner and 3B5 for airplane fuel.
There was a welcoming party at the seaplane hangar and fuel dock.
Plenty of food, not much human traffic, lots of water and grass for the babies.
The geese on land move in the same formation as in the air, one long string. Jim points out that this string is composed of neither goslings nor breeders, but second-year loafers. "You're not geese! You're lemmings!" I try to incite them. But they remain earthbound.
No bird strikes, we arrived home safely with nearly full tanks.
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