After a long day on location, I decide to grant me the pleasure
of a stop at the marsh to let some heat out before dinner. While
there, doing the same thing the same way, I noticed the white
goose being alone and honking like an old pre-war truck; he was
so loud and persistent… but what did I do wrong?He left his stage
and swam presto in my direction… still honking!
I swear I have nothing to do with the absence of his girl…
