It’s one year to the day that I first saw Analdas: alone, cold, and sad.
Today he is happy; the weather is mild and he has his friend, whom I will come to call Borka, after a storybook goose.*
He’s perched on a rock as they bathe in unison, and he cleans his injured wing like it’s nothing.
*Borka: the Adventures of a Goose with No Feathers by John Burningham