To me, goose migration is the perfect symbol of fall. One early morning recently, Russell and I were talking with our son about geese. The question came up about how fast geese can fly. I went the internet and wrote "How fast do geese fly?"

To me, goose migration is the perfect symbol of fall. One early morning recently, Russell and I were talking with our son about geese. The question came up about how fast geese can fly. I went the internet and wrote "How fast do geese fly?"
I got several replies, but the first one was unbelievable. Take a look.
"In order to determine the speed of how fast geese flies, you have to take the velocity of take off, divide it by the resistance in the air, and you will be given the acceleration of the goose. Once you have the acceleration of the goose, you will be able to determine speed. You take the acceleration and times it by the distance traveled, then you divide that answer by the mass of the goose. "
That was fun, but I like this poem about geese better than the science of geese flight.

Something Told the Wild Geese
by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, "snow."

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, "frost."

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

I hope you enjoy the geese and ducks that are passing overhead these days and nights. They are bound for warmer lands to spend the winter. I sleep with my window open each fall to catch the honks and quacks that echo through the night.
So, let's all enjoy the migrations, the fall colors, the festivities and everything that we associate with fall.



Kay Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.