Seamus and I were out for our morning walk, squinting sleepily in the thin morning light. We paused so Seamus could sniff his 759th blade of grass, and while we stood there on the hill, a large flock of geese passed overhead in a perfect V formation. Two geese veered off, honking like crazy, suggesting a course correction. I imagined they were shouting "Right! To the right!" in goose. The others followed, honking to add their own two bits, the perfect V reformed, and they continued on their way in harmony.
Seamus and I watched them fly by (Seamus always likes to give geese the narrow eye - I think he disapproves of how noisy they can be) and then continued on with our walk. It was a nice little interlude. So I guess sometimes good things can happen early in the morning, if I'm not too groggy to notice.
