Written by John Fry (Oregon, USA)
On a hot summer day, as my wife and I pulled into a local dog park, we spotted a big white goose far from the pond where the geese usually hang out. One person was allowing his dog to harass the goose.
I put a stop to that and approached the goose, warily, as I know they can be cantankerous. This bird was exhausted and, we soon found, thirsty. We both had water bottles with us. I turned mine upside down and the goose drank from it.
We started walking toward the pond, luring the goose along with our water bottles. It was obvious that the walk was going to be too long so I thought I would try to carry him. I got behind him, put my arms around him and lifted, not knowing if a pecking was coming. The goose wasn’t bothered a bit. So we walked along with his neck and feet sticking out in front. We must have been a funny sight. Many passing cars slowed or stopped.
As we approached the pond the goose gave one honk and all the geese in the pond came to greet us. I put him down, and he joined the crowd. Every time I walk or bike past this pond I wonder which goose is “mine,” but they all look alike.
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