The geese are back in numbers. My pillow is maybe 75 feet from the shore of Clemson Pond.
So I drift off at night with honking and awake to the same. The geese communicate all night long.
One more month here.
I will miss the geese and frogs, and the constant burbling sounds of Clemson Pond. It is a sewage detention pond and it releases gas that forms bubbles on the surface algae mat. These pop and the sound is audible, from my living room. Last evening we took a stroll. The Clemson Pond half mile and over to the Swasey.
The Squamscott River smelled like cod liver oil.
Jon Ring who I spoke with on the walk agreed.
I have the taste and odor of cod liver oil in my brain, it was seared there long ago.
Jon said that he had been by the head of tide pool at dead low tide and had noticed a sheen on the exposed rocks.
The odor dissipated once one was past the Swasey Pavilion.
There is practically no water at all coming over the Great? Dam.