The phone rings...

The Diver has just been out walking the dog. It is early evening, still light, although the nights are drawing in now. The heating is on. He phones to tell me about vast swathes of migrating geese in the sky. "See them over the farm just yonder Thirlwall Castle". I put my head out of the window. Could I see anything? Could I heck! My timing is impeccable - as usual.