Went for a run near a lake yesterday. I stopped to stretch and scared away a big flock of geese. I apologized to them but they flew off anyway.
One goose remained and got out of the lake and plopped down right next to me! I was so flattered. He tucked his bill in his feathers and napped. What trust!
The only thing that roused her was a gunshot in the distance. I felt sad for her. Gunshots must always fill her with terror.
I hate hunters.
One day, the tables will turn.