Goose Poop

Posted on April 5, 2011 by

I was admiring how beautiful they were, wings glowing with backlit sunshine, dipping over the fields. Apparently my wonder is completely unappreciated. Do you think they hold it until it’s time to fly over the interstate? And then: Bombs away!!

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