Look out, you southern-type folks -- they're on their way. The last week or so, I've been able to hear honking nearly every night as they fly over. They're also on the ground. Leaving PILES of goose poop behind. Some of which I managed to pedal over on the trail the other day and splatter EVERYWHERE. Goose poop on a white sweatshirt is an instant laundry problem. Doesn't scrub off bare legs too well, either.
I love nature.