Their Hopes our Heritage : Vawn to Edam
As we set out this morning we were greeted with a clear blue sky that was tinged with pink from the rising sun. Overhead a continuous stream of Snow Geese stretched from one horizon to the other, forming a living, moving, glittering band. Pockets of silvery blue frost clung to the grasses in the shadows and dips as long as they could, but they were soon chased away by the warmth of the rising sun. As golden light flooded the fields and our long shadows stretched out before us on the gravel road, a female elk bounded off across the fields. We felt lucky to be immersed in such a magical world. Those first hours of the morning, when everything feels peaceful and quiet, are my favourite time of day. We enjoyed a pleasant walk, passing pastures filled with curious cows, grazing Canada Geese, and Snow Geese looking like drifts of snow. Inviting tracks and curving lane ways wound off into forests still bright with the yellows and oranges of fall. It was easy to imagine the crunch of l