In which life starts to get a lot better for Analdas.
It’s a mild November day. I walk the shore, looking for the one goose. When I find him, there are two others near and approaching slowly.
As they speed up, Analdas starts to move off.
There’s a lot of negotiating space and distance as they settle in, three, and then five. Analdas has a little gaggle.
The next day they bathe together
And even Analdas shakes his wings dry with happy gusto.
They are five, but then Analdas seems to make a special friend
And in a few days they are a pair — hanging with the ducks, swimming strong, and foraging in the fading weeds.