Snow geese and sun dogs

The drive from Little Rock to Memphis is a lot of farmland, a few hills and close to Memphis, floodplain that becomes a giant lake whenever the Mississippi River floods.

Mostly you just roll along, trying to either get around clusters of semis or staying out of the way of other semi-drivers who missed their calling as Indy 500 drivers.

Occasionally, you encounter something unusual along the way though. Like a couple weeks ago when Diane and I headed over to Memphis for the day.

The birds

Several fields along the road had huge flocks of white birds in them. Clearly those birds liked what they’d found.

Since I was going 70 down the road and the fields were off in some distance, I couldn’t quite tell what kind of birds those were. My first reaction was seagulls. Except this is 100s of miles inland.

Where I grew up in Sweden, when farmers tilled their fields in spring, they’d be accompanied by flocks of seagulls. Because that freshly upturned soil revealed all kinds of delicious treats, like grubs and worms.

That’s what the scene along the road to Memphis reminded me of. Except way too far inland for seagulls. Also lots more birds in each field than I ever recalled from Swedish farm fields.