Goosed

A chill December morning.

The mist had rolled in off the Firth of Forth, visibility was ...limited, and this flock was out for an early swoosh around the shoreline. A young child, resplendent in puffer jacket, tartan troos, and a bobble hat that was maybe just a bit too big for him, had asked his parents to identify the birds as they made their shadowy progress across the bay. Mum looked nonplussed, and Dad was none too confident either. "I think they are geese" he ventured unconvincingly.

Well, it was very misty...

BAM-18038 I Think They Are Geese