Alone

Sometimes he’s with one or two others, but this little Snow Goose never joins the Blast-off at sunrise. For 7 days I’ve watched him swimming around the edge of the big pond. Paddling through the ducks. Eating, drinking, diving….but never flying. Tough for a little Snow who’s used to being around thousands of noisy geese. 

Old? Sick? Injured?  
I say he’s resting-up. Saving his wings for the big Fly-out North.

This small Snow really tugs at my heartstrings. 
But I can’t be sad, when I watch him splashing through the water. 
Head bobbing. Soaking-up the sunny day.
Living for the moment.

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God Speed Little Snow Goose. God Speed.