The flight path is right over our house.....and every evening there is a one little bugger that can't quite catch up. He's at the end of the "V". He quacks and hollers...but all the other seasoned geese just ignore him. Sometimes it looks like they are trying to ditch him. Then they fly in a different pattern to get into the lakes in the next block.... and he doesn't get it....then he flys around looking for them. HEHAW HEHAW...he is screaming...looking for his team mates.
Sometimes I want to reach up to him and wring his stupid neck...and say...go left you asshole.....but I let nature take it course. I'm cool with that.