In my next life

In my next life, I think I'll come back as a Canadian Goose. (or is it Canada Goose?)

whichever.

That's what I think I want to be--a goose.

I like watching them fly.

I like watching them swim.

They're pretty.

I like the fact that they are monogamous.

I like the fact that they mate for life.

I like watching geese with their young.

I like the fact that they can walk around on the ice and snow and their feet don't get cold.

Kev says I'd never make it as a goose. He says I'd be the only goose who's feet did get cold.

Dork.

I still think it would be cool to be a goose.