Sainthood must be more accessible than ever before. A marching band plays ‘When the Saints go Marching In’ and a troupe of geese go marching right along like it’s their jam.
Who doesn’t love a good marching band? The amped-up energy of the instruments and the marching formation, it all brings a sort of carnival-level joy to the streets.
This particular marching band is no exception, but onlookers may think that it has way too much honking. There are two humans with both hands handling musical instruments. The rest are geese.
Yes, geese. Gray feathers, orange feet, and bills. They don’t have the hands to play the music but they have the feet and the soul needed to move to the music.
The marching geese aren’t spur-of-the-moment performers. They’ve trained at this stuff for a while. The band is their side-hustle for corn money, which is why they’re as talented as they are.
We can’t see your face, but we’re betting that you’re smiling more than you were just a few minutes ago. These geese are a welcome sight wherever they go and for good reason. They bring the energy of a band with the silliness of a goose.