You may have read a post here a long time ago regarding the day a friend died on the day I was moving to another city and a bird flew in my apt when I first opened the door.
Well, though I've never been a particular fan of birds they must be on to something.
Saturday I met my nephew and we finished moving the last of the furniture out of my Dad's place so it can go on the market.
Immediately after we finished the last item he stopped to smoke a cigarette and a gaggle of geese flew directly overhead with the bird on point semingly going right over the condo.
And so it goes: