Goots

I have the best mornings. Just me and a wild fucking goose, hanging out near each other, starting our day. I come out to get some morning sunshine, she joins me to share some gossip. I don't know what she's saying, but she keeps making these soft little honking noises.

Goots showed up in our ducks' kiddie pool on Mother's Day. We joked that once a year, on Mother's Day, Mother Goose herself would visit the back yard of the most worthy mom to indulge in a spa day, and this was my year.

She hasn't left since.

She saw some friends fly over. There's a goose couple nearby that visit her a time or two a day and then fly off again after half an hour or so.