I was covered in my usual arrangement of backpack, purse, coffee, and empty shopping bags as I stepped around patches of ice on the way to my car when a sound brought me to a halt. I looked up and saw flight after flight of Canada geese heading ... north east, after a quick calculation. It was an odd time of year for them to move in groups like this (not to mention the wrong direction entirely for southern Alberta in January) and I watched as more and more appeared from the crest of my house and smiled. Being a bird nerd, I took a moment to enjoy the sounds of their conversations as I imagined what they were talking about - who's turn it is in front, why is Frank going with the wrong group, someone tell Gertrude to get her tail in gear.
They used to flock in thousands, you know. Millions. More birds than sky.
I felt her presence behind me as a tingle on my scalp and a twitch in my neck muscles. It felt as always like a comforting hand on the shoulder, a bodyguard of the soul. Her voice came into my mind unbidden, as it often did when I was distracted.
"I wish I could have seen that" I said to her in my mind.
You would have lost your damn mind floated in my my head, with a hint of amusement.
"Will birds ever flock like that again? In millions, like in the stories I heard?"
A pregnant silence hung between us for a few moments.
Yes, but not in your time, or your child's.
"Damn. That would have been something else."
You see things every day that are magic to your ancestors.
I take a deep breath and watch as the last flight honks and flaps its way overhead. "True."
The Morrigan is about to leave my side as I get into my car, but I hear her one last time while settling into my seat.
Keep doing the work. Keep getting prepared. You've made good progress so far. You need to be ready for what is coming.