After a long day on location, I decide to grant me the pleasure
of a stop at the marsh to let some heat out before dinner.
While there, doing the same thing the same way, I noticed the
white goose being alone and honking like an old pre-war truck;
he was so loud and persistent… but what did I do wrong?
He left his stage and swam presto in my direction… still honking!
I swear I have nothing to do with the absence of his girl…