Customer Stories and Helpful Advice About Ducks & Geese
Canadians, in a wedge, fly due south. My African, crooks her neck, points an eye. Tense but steady, she unfolds, much displeased, and responds with clamant voice and broad wings. Providence speaks, through nature, and vile fate. She longs to leave, yet is cursed, by her breed. I feel her ache, deep desire, love's mourned loss, and I am shamed by my need for her here.