892. i spy …

from my bird’s eye perch
not one, not two but three seen
a trio of geese 🦊❤️

As I mentioned in a recent post, my stone bridge never fails to provide me with a moment worth writing about as I cross it, pause and see what’s in front of my eyes. In this case it was three geese deciding if they were going to slip into the water. I felt a alight twinge of sadness, wondering where the 4th goose was…. 🦊❤️