He broke his wing. He must have tried to fly around the house with the other geese and just lost control while in the air and crashed into something. He smashed his wing beyond repair. There was nothing that could be done, besides amputation. And his recovery and quality of life would be questionable.
I made the hard decision to end his suffering. He is buried out in the yard near Charlie and Gertrude.
I will miss my sassy boy.
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