It's official. Winter's iminent, icy embrace is always heralded by the flocking of the Canadian Geese to better climes. I can't help but envy the ones who flock south to the U.S. and marvel in the stupidity of the ones who head east to the U.K. Sure, it's a warmer but if you had the option of Florida or Foggy 'ole England....
Alternatively one could argue the humble Goose has a lot more brains than the average Canadian. Every winter (and you will see this in print come January or so) I ask myself :
"Why the fuck do you live here you moron?"I can't help but marvel at the early pioneers. When you stand in the middle of the prarie with nothing visible for as far as the horizon stretches and think of the conditions they must have suffered through to make this land habitable... It boggles the mind. It must have been a strange combination of bravery and stupidity that held them fast those first few winters. I also wonder how many just decided "the hell with this" and went back to where the came from. Likely not many as those who did come wouldn't have had the means to go back home. Poor bastards.