The Geese are in here among the stones but
unfortunately the camera would not zoom in close enough
Geese have held this appeal for me since I was a child and I have a particularly vivid and wonderful memory of seeing a family of geese in July, the adults were unable to fly because of the molting and with their baby goslings were waddling off across a marsh. It was too much for an eleven year old to stay in the vehicle and as my father stopped to look at the geese I was out and running across the marsh to catch them. You can imagine the ruckus the geese had has they tried to get to the water and safety...but not before I managed to catch up and had the opportunity to cuddle the fuzzy babies. It is an awesome memory and one the brings a smile every time I see these birds in all of their glory and beauty and to see the new born fuzzy babies brings to mind a wonderful memory of a fabulous day and a rarer treat.
This experience was forever writ in poem as in September when we returned to school (Grade 6 with Mr. Childs) we were asked to compose poems as part of our literature assignment
I saw some geese
they didn`t fly away
I guess they lost their feathers that day.
The geese had three goslings
they were on a barren
I went and took them in my arms.
I still have the poem, safely tucked away in a memory box along with the ribbon for first place in the class. So my romance with the geese lingers and I still look on in awe as they fly in formation, waddle along,come in for a landing on the water. And this all comes to mind because I saw two of them waddling through the church cemetery on Sunday morning as I got out of my car to go into church and for a moment I was eleven again and so very, very tempted to run across the field. . . just in case I could catch them!
A whole gaggle one street over, September 2015