The last time I see them at their usual spot it is at night:
Then, shortly after the New Year I don’t find them there. There’s a large flock of still migrating geese, coming or going, and they aren’t among them, or on the edges of the flock since they usually keep to themselves.
I complete the path and find them at the end — or the beginning — near a tree. They eat the food and graze on the last green grass.
Analdas stands proud for a portrait.