The geese have survived Martinmas – at least almost one hundred of them huddled in the far corner of their enclosure and tried to stay warm despite their flat feet being planted in the snow. Then again, they impressed as sufficiently fat, eh, big birds, so I...
From the perspective of a German goose, the equivalent of US Thanksgiving is Martinmas: Day of Horror, Grief and Mourning. So, I thought it would be a good idea to check on those white big birds I always pass on one of my short routes for single speeding – have...
