Ozark Offspring

 We drifted below our boat ramp in late evening enjoying the cool breeze across the water. Although our purpose was fly fishing, the trip became a wildlife tour as we spied our old friends, the Canadian Geese, both Mr. and Ms. with their new flock The goslings seemed undaunted by the sound of our boat motor and waddled along the river's edge searching for food under the vigilant gazes of Ma and Pa. Fly fishing soon forgotten, we focused our attention on their fluffy yellow feathers and their sweet innocence, as the fog coiled and whipped around us until they were lost from sight. There is more to this waterway than fishing. Sometimes blessings come in the smaller details and the gift of new life on the river.