What’s that you croaked?

This morning I made my stop at Stewarts and as I came out of the store, there was a HOANK HONK HOANK noise coming from somewhere. Somewhere up there. Up. There.

But where. I started looking overhead. A stray goose? Only one of whatever. Nothing. As I went towards my car: HONK. I looked up again.

Isn’t that the world’s most awful view and photo? Seriously.

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