This was a journal entry from last March…
Cool air. Bright late morning sun. Light breeze. Honking and squawking high in the sky. There they are. Circling black dots up high. Weaving, turning, circling…never too far apart. Only so far apart, and then wheel around and come back together. Joined together with invisible Slinkies…only out so far and then SHPROING right back!
As they circle lower and get closer, each dot resolves into a long neck in front and broad wings crossing behind. The squawking and honking get louder. Another group flies in from the south. Each member of the new group is also an aerial dance artist. Do-se-do! Spin left! Spin right! Straighten into a V and sprint two hundred yards, then split up again.