One Goose

Oh Canada goose! How often have I cursed your multitudes. You spread across grassy fields leaving slippery bullets everywhere. One woman and her small dog can barely navigate without falling into the filth. I have wished you into a stew pot or the centerpiece of a Dickens Christmas dinner.

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Yet I cannot look at you without smiling. Sitting alone, at the highest point on the roof, you look down on humans walking the paths in Crystal Springs. You cackle and croak, offering us a cranky tongue lashing perhaps, or quoting scripture and spreading the Good News. Maybe you are cursing us, wishing us into stew pots.

You are a cocky fellow, confident and handsome Without your friends and relations, I see how beautiful you are, a living bright-eyed study in black and white and cream. You have something to say and you are a fine dressing for the top of that roof.

I’ll curse you and your friends and relations again, but this morning I bow to your singular spirit.

7 thoughts on “One Goose

  1. Ah, yes. They are a part of the changing landscape here; like with the raccoons, our reactions sometimes get conflicted. Thank you for the nature glimpse this morning.

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  2. Out at cascade locks there I’d a small island accessible by bridge from the parking lot. Those slippery droppings, at least part of the year can cover the entire island like a blanket of slippery snow. Not as pretty as snow though.

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