We almost (literally) ran into this guy on our way to church yesterday. That’s a goose, walking down the middle of the road. No idea why. Maybe he was looking for woolly caterpillars. We got just about up to him and he didn’t budge. He didn’t flinch when Eric honked the horn or when we drove around him. Or when the cars behind us drove around him.
I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there but right now it’s escaping me. Ideas, anyone?