Lucy Goosie

A blog post dedicated to Ms Caroline of North Dakota who takes the time to send me frequent emails about what the sky and fields hold in her part of the country during migration seasons.

This goose is for you.

Yesterday:

A delightful afternoon spent with a Canadian Goose gosling at the local crags.  Unbeknownst to we, the mulch piles beneath the cliffs are currently a nesting ground for two pairs of Canadian honkers.  Most unfortunately, the Pocatello climbing community takes the liberty of using this climbing area as an off leash dog run while climbing the basalt cliffs.  Even more unfortunately, these dogs have been running loose and scattering the Canadian Goose families.  I think one mating pair has already lost all of their newly hatched family to the highway or dogs, these orphaned parents seem to be helping with the tending of the surviving goslings of the OTHER mating pair.  When we arrived at the Sunnyside, goslings were wandering all over the highway, separated from their family, cheeping in distress, confused and in great danger.  I grabbed this one, Lucy, and the fireboys and I took turns goosesitting until the parent geese appeared again with the rest of the (living) goslings they had managed to round up.  We set her free into the glad protection of her mother and father and went to rescue another of her kin from certain death on the highway.

There is this black and white.

Empty and full.

Good and evil.

And then other things, other things just ARE, as they always have been

and will be forever more.