Good Migrations

When the Geese Fly South, The Sacramento National Wildlife Sanctuary Is the Place to Be

Birds at the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge

“I’ll probably be gone all night,” announced Wally, opening the closet door and reaching for his uniform coat. “Hiller’s been getting reports of late-night duck shooting east of the refuge.”

It was a Friday evening in late November, 1962. The weather was clear and calm. We had finished dinner and Mom was busy washing dishes. Fish and Game Warden Wally Callan, my father, was 36 at the time. Two years earlier, he had transferred from Marine Patrol, out of Seal Beach, to Orland, a thinly populated farming community at the north …

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