Flying south for the winter

When I lived 20 minutes north of here, there was a large lake nearby and the Canadian geese would constantly fly over, heading for the lake. Inside the house you could hear their loud honking as the formation came right over your roofs. I got so used to the sound that when talking outside on the phone, my friends would comment, "what's that noise?" "What noise?" I thought, then noticed the geese going by.

Thankfully I had my wits about me enough to cover my dwarf lemon tree and my brussell sprout & cabbage seedlings last night. This morning as I went out into the chilly air to remove the sheets and tarps, I heard it. It was quiet, but it was the one warning honk to let me know they were nearby. The air was crisp and the sky was blue as I looked up and said, "I hear you, where are you?" No answer. I watched, I listened, and then I heard the faintest, softest "wwwssshhhhhhhhh" as their fat bodies came over my roof and headed towards the neighbors. "honk honk"

Thanks for coming - Merry Christmas! I waved....
[truly, I'm sure my suburban neighbors think I'm the utmost bizarre]