Bursting in through the open windows without warning, a blustery wind filled with sharp fragments of freezing rain seems to signify that like it or not, winter is upon us once again. Never mind the red leaves still hanging precariously by a thread up in the tallest trees, or the calender that still firmly insists that this season is still known as “autumn”- Mother nature appears to have other thoughts on the matter. All of a sudden, there is nary a pest indoors or out (not that I’m complaining) and nearly every single wild creature out there has already turned in for a long hibernation, or has taken off for a trip to the tropics. That is, except for one little fellow who showed up on my doorstep not too long ago…
Looking quite distraught, this tiny bird was but a newborn, not yet a goose but still a wee goose-ling. Sporting wings so small and underdeveloped that they could have only carried perhaps a single feather, he quickly explained that the rest of his family had left him behind in search of greener pastures, not to mention warmer weather. Unable to wait for the youngster to gain the strength required to make such a long journey, the plummeting temperatures scared them off without the poor baby in tow. Searching for some kind family to put him up for the winter, he had been ringing doorbells all throughout the neighborhood, but to no avail. Apparently no one wanted to deal with a wild goose, probably knowing all too well that they aren’t exactly the easiest creatures to toilet train…
But those sad eye, that heart-breaking story- How could I turn him away so cruelly? If you know me, then by now you would know that I couldn’t… But unfortunately, I couldn’t keep him here, either. Thinking fast, I realized that I knew a very generous, sweet blogger who does actually live in Brazil who would certainly take good care of him. Arranging for a first class plane ride, he would be able to fly south for the winter after all!
(Photo courtesy of Patricia!)
And even if he hasn’t been reunited with his original family, it seems that he has happily found a new one, and I would say that this lucky duck hasn’t been having such a terrible time since he arrived, either!
10 thoughts on “Flying South”
He looks like he’s about to attack the cookies! As any good goose would do, really…
Such a cute little one. I love birds, big and small. I have a flock (well 5 actually) of bluebirds waiting to be fed every morning on my back porch.
awww, how lovely that Patricia has the honor of taking care of this adorable little goose-ling, after you initially helped him out!! Haha, the link to that goose-droppings calculator is too funny :0D
Ohmigosh! He’s a cutie! I always love the stories!
This is absolutely adorbale. I’m so glad the story had a happy ending. :)
Oh, my dear friend! You are so sweet!
Lovely post and I’m so fortunate to have the duckling under my wings, now (pun intended!). :)
Thank you for being so generous!
He may want those cookies even more than I! So cute!
awww.how nice that he found a sympathetic taker in and helper!
I can see that he is being revived before his trip south..lol
Awww – so cute. Glad the little guy found you and that you found a home for him. I think I could get lost on my way home if I found some of those cookies too though. ;)
The goose with cookies picture has warmed my little Grinchie heart. So freakin’ cute!