Fortunately, reinforcements are on their way. This damn goose is beginning to irritate me. We know its here. This morning there were between three and four thousand Canada Geese on the Richelieu R. in the area where the Oie cendrée had been seen the last two days. Doug and I scanned the flock as best we could without seeing the Graylag Goose. We then went about ½ mile south (just south of the 35 bridge) where another three thousand Canadas and ten thousand Snow Geese were roosting. No luck. Around 8:30 AM all the geese flew out to eat in the surrounding farm fields. No problem, they would return around noon for a midday lounge on the Richelieu R. At least that’s what the geese did Saturday and Sunday. But today they stayed out in the fields and didn’t return till just before dusk, when wave after wave of goose skeins streamed in. There were too many of them and it was just too dark.
Optimism reigns. Bland Liz and a birding friend named Zeke will join us tomorrow morning. The massive flocks are here. We just need to find Oie cendrée. I have no commitments till I must leave Saturday for a flight to California where I will join the “Dream Team” on a Sunday pelagic trip out of Bodega Bay. Till then I remain on a wild goose hunt.
On a personal note, I haven’t shaved for a week and probably look like a street person in Boulder. This may have given a false impression to tonight’s waitress at the”Greek Cafe” restaurant, which despite the name had no Greek food and even more annoying no adult beverages. We left when this was translated into English, but after I ate one piece of bread. Linda would have been mortified!