Yes, they do--they fly from Canada down to the Finger Lakes, where they hang out on the south end of Cayuga Lake.
Right off the end of our dock.
Where they HONK and HONK and HONK all night long.
All. Night. Long.
Let me repeat that again: All. Night. Long.
Their loudest birdie screams happen at night, when they realize that they're slowly being pushed away from the lakeshore by the encroaching ice, while they could be hanging out in the sunshine in Charleston or Atlanta or wherever snowbirds go for the winter (Florida?).
The cacophony ebbs and flows like the noise level at a party. The talking/ honking starts quietly, but as someone laughs/ honks loudly, all the other party attendees/ geese have to start talking/ honking more loudly to be heard over the din, which quickly escalates into a shouting/ honking free-for-all. Eventually, everyone/ everybird realizes that there is no reason to be yelling/ honking so loudly, and the noise level slowly fades. Until the next laugh/ honk.
Fly south, birdies, fly south!
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