I love this little goose who lives in a gaggle with other able-bodied geese on the banks of Scotts Creek. That sounded so Little House on the Prairie, didn’t it? Did I ever tell you I know someone who actually grew up in a sod house? But I digress.
Anyway, she hip hops along on one webbed foot and does her goose thing apparently unconcerned. Little Goose gets into the water last as the group converges for a swim, but she jumps in just the same.
I wonder how far we would swim if we didn’t know there was anything wrong with us? Maybe we could even fly…
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