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While walking through my neighborhood yesterday morning, I heard something in the distance—a familiar honking. “No way!” I thought to myself. “Couldn’t be geese, not in February
I looked up and sure enough, a gaggle of geese was flying above me in V-formation. “Mid-February? They must know something I don’t know otherwise why would they be flying north?” I continued watching them until they were out of view, noticing that the geese had a pride about them, as if they were well aware of their own instincts and their celestial magnificence.