Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The end of the story

Last spring, I posted about the widower Canadian goose who faithfully returned to the spot where his mate was killed by a car seven years ago.  This morning, I drove past that spot and saw he was lying dead beside the road near where she died.

There's really nothing uplifting that can be said about it except that millions of new little Canadian geese are being hatched at this time of year. It's still the sad ending to a sad story.
                     (Rock on, all you lovely geese parents!)

17 comments:

Jane and Chris said...

Ah, what a loyal boy.
Jane x

Linda Myers said...

Those geese, they're amazing.

Blissed-Out Grandma said...

I am thrilled by his loyalty and saddened by their deaths. Nature is like that, isn't it?

Bob Bushell said...

Beautiful Canada Geese, love them.

The Odd Essay said...

Kind of a bittersweet story...

troutbirder said...

A close friend of mine, who introduced me to birding, told me as a young man he had tried goose hunting and killed one. Shortly later he had learned of the loyalty of goose pairs and he never hunted again....

Linda said...

Awwww...geese are very intelligent and loyal.

Carol Z said...

This makes me sad. I hope he finds some friendship in his goose world.

Linda Starr said...

oh how sad and yet poignant.

Susan said...

I have a wonderful goose story too...when we lived in Connecticut, we had 5 acres with a large pond. Over a 100 geese would come to it and some made their home on the shores. One Spring I noticed the Mama goose's wing was pointing down and supposed it was caused by a snapping turtle grabbing it. I managed to capture her and take her to our rehabilitating Vet that was in a nearby town, about 15 miles away. He said it was dislocated and would bandage it and keep her a few days. The next day he called, apologizing that somehow she had gotten out of the pen he had her in and said without being able to fly, he feared she would succumb to a prey. Two weeks passed, all the while, the male took care of their three goslings--preening and protecting them. One morning I heard the loud honking and thought the Turkey Buzzards were in our yard frightening the geese, but was surprised to see the female walking into our yard to her babies and the male was announcing her arrival! Now, that's dedication; she had walked the 15 miles to get back to her babies. The purest definition of motherhood. XOXO

Mitchell is Moving said...

Yes, bittersweet.

Joanna Jenkins said...

Big sigh.
xo jj

Kittie Howard said...

Oh! My heart sank. I know goslings will move into Nature's cycle, but still . . . sad!

I'm slowly getting back into the routine. Was so tired the other night I went to bed at eight and awoke to birds chirping. Ahhh, nice! But the word had to get done . . . and I'm not moving as fast as I used to!

Minnesota got hit hard this winter. Hope you have the glorious spring you deserve!

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh how sad....

Willow said...

So loyal they are to their mates.

Knatolee said...

Oh, that's so sad and bittersweet. :(

In My Wild Eden said...

Such devotion. I love these birds. I love their calls over head. Such a sad story.