I happened to look at the lawns on the way.
You know....keeping my eyes open for geese.
And- wouldn't cha know it...
I ran across a gaggle of them.
Many little ones.
Three big ones.
So, then my head goes back to the mother walking with two goslings on Sunday.
The mother who only has one left.
In my head, this mother and child were welcomed into a neighboring gaggle.
They are coping with their loss well, and growing stronger every day.
And they all lived happily ever after.