Sitting at work, on a Wednesday just the same as every other day this week, a sound catches my attention. It is so far from the normal sounds of car horns and train whistles that I am suddenly rolling my chair back and making my way to my office door before I’ve even had a chance to think about it, lured by a sound that is as familiar and loved as it is unexpected in this place, at this time.
What is that? Could it be? Is it really?
Yes it is. Canadian Geese.
They are in fact a pair, a Him and a Her, taking up residence here outside of my office. They are stunning, probably 15 pounds each, easily. They come right up on the sidewalk by my door, looking at those other sassy geese reflected in the office windows, and I find that I am laughing out loud. They put on quite a show, spreading their wings and snaking those lovely long necks of theirs…oh how fierce! How majestic! I am leaning against my office door, watching them, enchanted. The glass is cool and soothing against my forehead, and in that moment I am transported back to my childhood.
Wild Goose Brother Goose is the story of Duke, a Canadian gander, and the inspiration he brings to the people who are drawn into his life. It chronicles his struggle to live, his complete devotion to a crippled mate who will never take to the skies, his subsequent searing loss of her, and his incredible commitment to raise their goslings to adulthood alone, against all odds. Solitary and grieving, Duke was and is an unlikely hero, but his story took root in my impressionable nine year old heart and lives there still.

What a lovely post! I'm not familiar with that book but it sounds wonderful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Louise. You can buy that book for a really inexpensive price on Amazon...I just sent the publisher a request the other day to put it out on Kindle :)
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You do spin a wonderful story. I love how you take the time to connect the present with the memory so we know why you thought of that particular story!
ReplyDeleteThank you- I'm always pleased when someone gets it...too often I feel that I fall short of bringing it to you the way I'd like to.
DeleteAw, Geeze. You've got me all teary eyed. Not only am I now in love with Duke, but whenever I hear or see Canadian geese flying South, I think of a dear friend who passed away 12 years ago. There was a little craft place out in the country about 30 miles from my city and 5 of my girls and I used to trek out there in late Oct or early Nov when she had her big Christmas sale. She had gorgeous primitives and hand made furniture...
ReplyDeleteAnywhoooo.. A flock of snow geese was flying above us and "Jo" said, "Look! Snuggies!" or at least that's what it sounded like to the rest of us. We all turned toward her and in unison said,"Sunggies???" Whenever I hear them now, I say right out loud "look, snuggies!" and I think of her. Boy, do I miss her.
So, now that I've finished my usual incredibly long comment, I'd like to say thank you. Thank you for the lovely story and adorable photos of snuggies and thank you for the little reminder of my sweet friend Jo. You get me every time, girl. ;~)
XOXO
I'm glad I prompted you to visit your frind, Mary...friends are always in our heart. We just need to go within to find them.
DeleteHave you read the book? I was just telling Louise that you can buy it from Amazon...
LOL, I think it should be required reading.
Especially for Geese hunters.
Tracy
Your pictures are beautifully life affirming. I intend to check out this book.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stephen...it's a terrific book that never loses it's appeal, even though it is over 40 years old.
DeleteI hope you read it, and enjoy it.
What a wonderful tale! And beautimous pictures. I heard geese the other day, too. Later that day I realized that a pair were swimming around in one of our ponds. They were only stopping by, tho. They were gone the next day. It was pretty darn cool!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nan, for the compliment on the pictures. I love the sound of them. They remind me of home.
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