This image reminds me so much of when our son was little, except we didn't have any geese (nasty tempered little buggers!). We did live, at one time, in a place where the landlady had a goose that used to chase and bite my kids. I wanted to wring its neck, but didn't in the interest of keeping my home, chickens, and veggie garden. But this little boy, with the dirty bare feet, could have been my boy about thirty-five years ago. Put chickens in there instead of geese, make the kid towheaded…
