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  • It’s time for barnacle geese to fly over Kotka on they springtime migration route from middle Europe up north to Russian island of Novaya Zemlya (New Land) in Arctic Ocean. Air above is filled with “kaw kaw kaw”.

    It’s a long flight and today wind blows hard against the flock. Take a look at the lower right corner of the picture. There’s a guy with wings who takes a lot of punishment today.

    I can imagine what goes inside that fellow's goose brains right now:

    "Kaw! Kaw! Leader! Are we nearly there? Ka-aw? Wha-at? Two thousand kilometers to go! Kaw! I can’t make a mile more."

    "Leader! Kaw! Kaw! Time for a break! What are you saying? No break until Lapland. Kaw! I shouldn’t have drunk those extra beers yesterday at night resort. Kaw! Shit. But that Canadian goose girl looked so cute. International relationships. East and West united. Peace and Love. Ban the warheads! And how she kissed. Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!"

    "Kaw! Mates, don’t flap so noisily. My head explodes. Can't take another turbulence. Leader! Kaw! You got any aspirin? Kaw! Kaw! Why not? Anybody seen my wallet? Hey, we have to turn back. That Canadian goose bitch stole it. Stop! Kaw! Kaw!"
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