A Gaggle Of Geese.

A feeling of freedom.

Mausi and I were just starting out on our morning escapade into the realm of our front garden when we heard a strange sound overhead. So strange in fact that even the princess stopped and looked up.

A sort of swoosh in motion which I first mistook for a neighbourly deed. Our neighbours are of the industrious sort who think nothing of felling a tree before breakfast, mowing the lawn straight after and hammering on a new roof before lunch. Don't we just fit in perfectly! Anyway, after a few seconds I realized that a flock of extremely vocal birds were flying overhead.

The sound was rather familiar as I have heard it often while walking past the goose enclosure outside of our village. A goose farm of over a thousand inhabitants but I never knew that they could fly as why else would they keep on waddling around on the field, never even testing the length and strength of their wings?

When I saw those seven geese flapping their way across our sky I was thrilled for them. They sounded so elated at being on the run to somewhere other than a dinner plate. It wouldn't have surprised me to see the an armada of geese flapping their way to freedom emulating the wild geese flying before them.

Wouldn't it be interesting to know if they had dropped some goose wisdom along the way or if the grounded ones realized that their was another option for them?

Well, of course they have had their wings clipped because otherwise they'd have plotted their escaped to greener pastures ages ago. As for the heavenly seven, they seemed extremely chatty and happy heading for warmer climes intuitively understanding their luck of the draw...

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