The Christmas goose that is. Or geese.
There was a great commotion in the marsh across the way this evening, just as the sun was going down.
A chorus of angry honking from the Canada Goose choir nesting over there.
Another chorus from the coyote choir that had obviously managed a successful ambush.
My hounds stuck close to me. Nothing like the coyote chorus in full throat to settle them down.
Sometimes they answer back, but not tonight.
A single goose flew overhead emitting a traumatized lonely honk.
The coyote pups will be dining tonight.
There's more than enough geese that we don't have to worry about them.
Nature's way.
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