It's Wild and Dangerous Out Here

The night before last I was laying in bed. I had the window open. I heard a goose honk- it was close to midnight. I awoke with a shock. Ann remembers. I turned to Ann and said, "that wasn't a normal honk that was a very scared terrified honk, something terrible just happened." Ann said, "go back to sleep and don't worry about it." Well I did worry about it.

Last evening Scott came up to borrow the Honda to go sking, a rather regular occurence. After he left he came right back up and said there was a dead goose down by the red house. I jumped in the car with him and went down to the house. Sure enough, there was a huge goose in the road. The dogs had pulled him out of the grass or whereever they had found him. They had chewed on him which is natural but they were not responsible for his death. He was just a treat. In fact when I brought him up to the house they slunk in the corner knowing that they had to keep far away from a goose. He was stone cold. This was the goose that had let out the terrified shriek the night before. It could have been a mink, perhaps a skunk or even possibly a weasel. A coyote is a possiblity but a coyote would have eaten him all down. My vote is for a mink. He was not a desperate goose. I think he had a mate. I will keep my eyes open for a lonesome mate. I am sorry for the sad news but it can be a cold hard world even for peaceful geese.

Let us not be too sad. He is happy now. Ann commented the other night that there is no sadness in the death of goodness only that they will be missed by those still here. He and his mate will again be together. He is in heaven, someday he will be ressurected with all the other geese and again fly through the skies.