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March 04, 2019

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Sally

Sometimes they end up out of place. We had an Asian Duck a few years ago. Same thing. But guess these things happen, they get blown off course!

shoney

Love the photos and the name; Cackling Geese...

Jennifer Woodhull

When I was back in South Africa after my years in Colorado, among the many things I missed was the sound and sight of the Canada geese that on occasion virtually covered the entire sky from my vantage point in Louisville. There's something about them that still makes me stupidly happy whenever I catch a glimpse or hear their cries—"harsh and exciting," as Mary Oliver noted.

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