
Somewhere at Gruinart, I think looking north(ish) from the old/south hide. A single Barnacle Goose is coming in for landing among other Barnacle Geese already feeding on the ground.
Somewhere at Gruinart, I think looking north(ish) from the old/south hide. A single Barnacle Goose is coming in for landing among other Barnacle Geese already feeding on the ground.
“Get out the way,…get out the waaaa….aaaargh!”
How come they never crash into each other?
If only we could figure that out! Our roads would be so much safer….