The other day I was in the kitchen looking out the window and saw approximately thirty Canada Geese standing on the lake road below our home. I love that.
Anyway, my humble homesteader of a husband, bj, doesn't.
My husband spied the flock of geese and the conversation quickly turned ugly in regards to my husband's desire to "thin out the herd" so to speak.
Which translates to goose hunting.
Seeing the geese brought back a lovely memory of a dear, sweet African Goose I named, "Buddy".
He was a stray obviously from a neighboring farm and he at some point was "adopted" by a small family of Canada Geese. I longed to make Buddy a part of our little homestead but apparently he had been with this family for some time and to him that was where he belonged.
I watched as Buddy would babysit the goslings as the parents went about their business picking nutritious grasses and weeds around our pond. The little babies would "plop" down in the grass and preen themselves as Buddy looked on. He loved his little adopted family.
He assisted in raising two families from that pair of geese in the time that I knew him.
Well, it wasn't long before I was enamored with Buddy.
Anything that loves like that is aces in my book and my heart soon belonged to Buddy.
I would feed him cracked corn from an old metal coffee can that we keep in the feed box on our screened porch and he and his lil' family would make their way up the lake road to eat. Of course his love of cracked corn was accompanied by a series of extremely loud and excited "honks".
Okay, so it was more like, "HONK!", "HONK!", "HONK!"...*giggle*
He eventually would come up to me and eat from my hand while his little family ate at a safer distance.
Well needless to say, not everyone around me shared in my love of Buddy.
My neighbors strongly disliked the noise and so did my husband.
It wasn't long before one day I heard gunshot down by the lake. Our neighbor had hired a hunter to come and take care of the ever rising Canada Goose population.
Sadly, Buddy was one of 'em.
He was gone.
So, the conversation the other day brought to surface those memories of sweet Buddy and it also prompted me to look up a photo I had taken of Buddy with his little adopted family on our pond one rainy Spring day.
And I thought I'd share it with you.
I appropriately titled the photo..."Love Wins".
"Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door."
Thank you for being here.