For me, the waterfowl migration denotes the changing of seasons. So in springtime I migrate myself -- like the ducks and geese I go to see.
The prairie of South Dakota is my usual destination -- Sand Lake National Wildlife Refuge near Aberdeen to be exact. I go to watch and photograph waterfowl, and to recharge after a long winter.
I was a senior in high school when I first witnessed the springtime spectacle on the prairie. A buddy and I had driven west to see the birds. Just before dark we stopped in a small South Dakota town and asked a man, "Where do we go to see the snow geese?"
"Just go west of town," the man said.
"On what road?"
"It doesn't matter," he answered.
My friend and I couldn't understand why the man had been so vague, but as we drove west, we found out. Once outside of town, flocks of waterfowl, mostly snow geese but ducks too, were visible in every direction, and on that blustery March afternoon, it didn't matter what road we were on. Waterfowl were everywhere.
That night we slept in the back of my pickup. A stiff prairie wind rocked the truck, and the constant howling eclipsed the cries of all but the lowest flocks of migrating geese. At dawn, when I opened the door to my pickup topper, the sky was filled with birds, a sight neither my friend nor I had ever witnessed.