Pluck

Every day on my way to work, I pass a big lake that is part of a state park. Unsurprisingly, given the water and the undoubtedly tasty crumbs from park visitors, a colony of Canada geese live there. One of the gaggle is instantly recognizable because he or she has a left wing that doesn't retract all the way. It looks like it broke it at some point and the bones fused. I can't imagine he or she can fly at all, but he or she's been around for at least a year, surviving at least one winter, and looks totally healthy. This makes me happy.