Here are the geese having a clandestine meeting. They do that a lot, with secretive quacks and goosey murmurs which change to alarmed scrambles when I’m spotted. Bad me, spying on the Goose Alliance.
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But I feel compelled to stay abreast of their plots. Even more furtive, are these gatherings at dusk with the cows. I suspect they’re planning an uprising and trying to take over the farm.
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Again, all appears innocent in this early morning shot of them grouped beyond the flowers, but beware. Geese For All and All for Geese. I’m suspiciously absent from their mantra. I could be wrong, though, and the gaggle are exchanging knitting patterns. In case I’m right on, I will continue my surveillance. Does anybody truly know the mind of a goose?
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“The goose that lays the golden eggs likes to lay where there are eggs already.” Charles Spurgeon (No idea what this means, but I’ll keep a lookout for it).
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Barnyard Geese,
farm life,
Pilgrim geese,
The Shenandoah Valley of Virginia
Published on August 02, 2017 12:50