one he had to chase. it was hilarious as i stood at the top of the hill. he asked me to go pick one up & i looked at him & said, "do you know who you're talking to?"
i did not pick up a goose in case you are wondering.
anyway, the one he had to chase ended up being the rare one. it has unique white striping across the breast. brad was excited about it. enough that he has it "preserved" in a trash bag in the freezer until the taxidermist can mount it.
oh joy. i get to enjoy the goose in the freezer for a year & then on the wall.

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