See; you’ll never know and always wonder. When my granddad was young - early 1900’s; he was driving a horse-drawn buggy down a lonely country road and passed a graveyard. All of a sudden; he heard the most HORRIBLE noise that spooked his horse which took off running. - He went back, got out, and walked into the graveyard. A goose was caught in a barbed wire fence; hence the horrible noise. He carried his dad’s Smith & Wesson pistol, and didn’t believe in Zombies or ghosts - said if he hadn’t faced it, he’d always have wondered. (However, wisdom dictates discretion when you’re in NYC. Too many strange humans there.)
Yum. I love goose.