At first, we saw nothing different in the marsh pond. Then, about 200 feet out, a sinewy shadow moved the wrong way. A solitary Canada Goose was low in the water, amid floating branches, slowly lifting its long-necked head to watch us. Something was wrong.
Migrating Canada Geese are like traveling Nuns: they usually visit in active pairs or larger groups. This one was alone, still, and appeared to be hiding. That afternoon, the Goose was gone. Like many morning walk stories, the ending of this one is left to our imagination. (Brooklin, Maine)