Without movement, I confess I can't tell the geese apart. It's how Milo reacts to me and to his flock that tips me off to his identity. He's just so fine. I always recognize him. In any case, Milo is hale and healthy -- just look at him. This is good news for both his flock and me.
You must always remember Milo, the finest goose in the world. Thinking about him is much better than praying, BTW. So skip church this Sunday and come look at Milo instead. It'll do ya good.