On this morning’s dog-walk I had the good fortune of seeing and hearing a huge flock of geese flying overhead.

Actually, flock is a bit of an understatement. It had to be at least a handful of flocks as there were well over 100 geese flying overhead in the clear blue sky.

The sight and sound of it was not only beautiful, it was a vivid reminder of the changing of the seasons. Winter is here and migratory birds are heading south for the season.

No matter how many times I see it, the migratory process always amazes me. With no map or GPS, how do geese, ducks, and other migratory birds know when and where to fly south?

I’m sure that my wildlife biologist running buddy has some answers for me on that one. Next time I run with him I’ll try to remember to ask.

But my guess is that even to the experts the migratory process will always remain somewhat of a mystery. To me, anyway, it will always be a wonder of nature that reminds me that “the skies proclaim the work of God’s hands.”