Since early spring I have seen this goose every morning, just about 50 feet from where I park the taxi at home. Silhouetted against the lighted parking lot of the building across the way, I see her skinny neck and her bulbous head as she keeps a wary eye on me while I prepare for my day.
I feel kind of bad for her; all the other geese I see — at least those that are paired up — already have their gaggles of babies waddling after them. I have only ever seen this one alone. I assume she's sitting on eggs, but I have a feeling they'll never hatch.
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