We're entering the time of year when I have to learn again to appreciate the beauty of dark skeletal branches against a gray sky . . . the orderly confusion of an abandoned nest . . .
And to wonder about this all white addition to the Canada Goose flock by the river. He or she has been with them for a month or more -- seemingly accepted as a part of the group. Has the interloper found a mate? I can't tell. But I wonder what the others make of it.
In the past, the geese have stayed there all winter. I hope they continue to do so because I suspect this domestic bird wouldn't be capable of flying long distances.
It's almost a Little Mermaid in reverse story.