Last summer when I looked out the kitchen window this is what I saw.
We enjoyed watching a pair of Canada geese raise their family. When fall came they didn't bother flying south and have been around all winter. I admired their bravery since there has been plenty of snow and cold weather. They didn't seem to mind though since they had each other.
This morning that changed. After hearing a gun really close to the house we looked out the window just in time to see one of the geese tumble out of the sky. The hunter stood there triumphantly while his dog went to pick it up and carry it to him.
If he had only asked for permission to hunt we could have told him that we liked having a pair of geese and looked forward to seeing them raise another family this summer. That won't be possible now, and how do you comfort a bereaved goose?