So of course I have to share it.

At my dad's marina last year, when the cold was setting in and the birds were migrating, there was a goose paddling about the water with a broken wing, all alone.
She hears honking above, and sees a flock of her own kind flying overhead. She perks up, excited, and loudly honks to them, flapping weakly.
They keep flying, and slowly her own honks peter out. She lowers her wings again, and gives the sky one last, sad honk, looking around to see if any more were coming.
oh god ;_;


as a side note, last I knew, she's still around the marina... the locals feed her. but her wing never healed right, and it looks like she'll never fly again. :