We who live in the West Valley are right in the migration path. It starts in October, when the first frail ones arrive from a long, hot stay in the rugged mountains, where they have had to provide shelter and food through the busy Spring and Summer. They come into driveways and yards, protected by familiar surroundings.
It is not unusual to see them stop in the streets, exhausted from the trip. They need some water and care before they can take off again.
Some who come through our migration path are aquatic. They often travel in pairs, although it’s unlikely they stay together for life. It’s more of a lifestyle, one more casual, one for speed and grace.
Some of the travelers are exhausted when they arrive. They hide in backyards, keeping their age hidden. It is amazing to think that they have been making the trip for 30 years or more, back and forth each Spring and Autumn.
There are small ones, too, on their first trip. They are bright and colorful, still to feel the push of adventure.
–Quinn McDonald is a writer and coach who helps people see different perspectives. See her work at QuinnCreative.com