The bird migration amazes me deeply. The beautiful V formation of the geese against a red evening sky. Everything in motion and yet still, with the occasional deep-sharp sound of the geese. Geese evoke the imagination of writers and artists, witness the story of the wonderful journey of Niels Holgerson by Selma Lagerlöf.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the writer of Le Petit Prince, tells about a flock of domestic geese that never saw anything other than their stable, their pond and their feeding trough. One day a flight of wild geese comes over. Something wonderful is happening: the tame geese start flapping their wings. They don't know why. Maybe it is related to images that briefly pop up in their tiny heads - of lakes, forests and mountains. Maybe they remember a fragment of their country of origin. But when the wild geese are gone, the tame geese fall back in their minds, going no further than a pond and a stable.