One early spring morning, looking out the rear kitchen window over the marsh toward the river, I noted something white there in the grasses. The 'something white' was there with a gaggle of geese, said geese having recently started to return to their summer area. And all at once I knew what the white thing was. A goose! Not 'just' a goose, but
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