Geesers

I can't help myself.  Every time I see a goose or a couple of geese I have to admire them.  Not because I think they are beautiful (they're definitely not the most exotic looking bird), not because they are majestic (let's just go ahead and awknowledge that they honk like my old banana bike's horn), and not because they are kind (most geese are pretty darn mean if you get too close).  BUT...if you see one, you usually see another; they are one of those creatures that mates for life, and I think that is just beautiful.

I may be getting too sappy over a big feathered bird, but one night a few years back in a movie parking lot, Andy and I drove past a poor goose standing next to his mate.  She was laying on the grass just next to the road.  She was hit by a car and terribly injured.  The male goose just stood there beside her, honking and looking at her, helpless.  It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen, and I have to admit that just typing this memory out even now makes me want to cry.  I know it's silly, because they are just geese, but it always reminds me of the love I have for my own husband, and how thankful I am to have him as my mate for life.

This morning Andy dropped me off at work.  We drove by a field with some geese in it, and one was standing near the road by itself.  As we passed I said out loud, "Oh, little geeser, where is your mate?! Go back to your friends-and don't cross the road!!"  Andy just laughed at me and said I was a goof. I can't help it, I'm a sucker for love-even if it's between two webbed feet honkers.