Goose Stories: Sixteen

(I almost caught up to the present in the winter, but now that things are quiet for nesting season, I will finally do so.)


As winter sets in I begin to worry a bit more about them.  One day they surprise me by being at their old summer haunt:




The next, I expect them there again, but they aren’t, and as I walk in the grey light of the morning, my eyes play tricks and I keep thinking I see them hugging the wall, two grey shapes, but it’s only weathered tree stumps.  Then they are there, at the end of the path, without a care in the world.



Once I come at night, because I have been away too many days, and they are there. After Analdas maneuvers his way up the bank, Borka takes advantage of a rare assist from her wings.



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