...and at least one hole, there are ice fishers and geese.

Even here, in little, shallow Cravath Lake, in Whitewater. Today, as Pax and I were making our big loop (chilly, but perfectly bearable, at last) we noted five fishermen and about a thousand geese. The fishermen were silent, the geese loud.

I know where these geese come from (or more precisely, where they no longer go), but what about these guys, and on a Monday? Retired? At leisure? Something worse?

I do believe that if one were to observe any patch of ice bigger than a breadbox, at any time and anywhere that ice had formed, one would find ice fishers and noisy geese. It's in the genes of both species.

And now, as I'm writing this, snow is falling.