Goose Stories: Twenty-Two

 

Some of the summer population seems to be returning to the lake—and Analdas doesn’t like it.  There’s a crowd on the the landing near his rock where I have been finding him lately, and I don’t see him.

 

 

As I move about to watch  the spawning fish,  the geese move back into the water, and then Analdas comes.  His injured wing is the strangest color blue—something about molting perhaps.

 

 

I feed him and he eats a bit before the new geese crowd in.  Outnumbered, he doesn’t try to defend himself.

 

They move in and he stands a safe distance away, watching.

 

 

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