Goose Stories: Seventeen

 

Towards the end of January we have the first—and only—big storm of the season.  I go the day before and make sure they are well fed.

 

 

When I come back a few days later, they are fine, waddling in the snow, and all is well.

 

 

Inexplicably, this is the last time I will see them for 5 weeks.  I don’t know where they go to ground, but they are still wild.  I have to wait and wonder if they will be back.

 

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