Picture this. Cool windy morning. Blue, blue, cloudless sky. I hear geese calling. Directly above me there are two flocks of geese. One flying very high...just little specs in perfect form heading due south. The other flock flies a little lower.....just where the sun is coming up. Their white feathers catch the morning sun. Beautiful, glittering white and gold. It's like the perfect decoration in God's world. They seem to be a little out of sinc...I guess they are switching places. In a matter of moments a new perfect "V" is formed. Did you know that when the leader gets tired, they rotate? I wish I was a goose.
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