In my completion of daily horse chores, I often hear the familiar honks of Canada geese as they pass overhead.
This spring, however, there was one honk that sounded a little different from the others. I am fairly certain it was Gary greeting me.
Two summers ago my family unknowingly fostered a Canada goose into adulthood. What was then a gray and yellow fuzzy ball grew up to be a beautiful black…
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