Commuterz

There is something about canadian geese that tugs at my heart. I have the belief that when a person dies, it's the geese that flies their soul to heaven, their honking taking teh place of trumpets.   I don't know if it is the sound they make or the shape of their bodies in the air.  Look up, when they fly over.  Their necks are stretched straight, their feet tucked up against their bodies and they seem to honk with every breath.  I always thought that the honk was giving the others in the flock directions.

The geese spend the night in a bog/marsh/whatever to the east of the house and fly westward each morning to return each evening... hence... commuters

I missed the geese while we were burned out.  The rental house had few trees on the street.  I didn't hear geese or birds or the few stray cicadas that always pop up each summer.  All I heard at the rental was the drone of the beltway traffic.

Back home now, there is some poor bird singing its morning song in hope of a mate.  Only it's January and the poor soul is too early.

But back to the geese.... for years only two flew over the house.  A couple I supposed since geese mate for life.  Honk honk honk they'd fly overhead and I would grin.  Coming back home I discovered there is a large flock now that take the same route as the commuters.  I suppose it's equal to them taking mass transit to work.  But what of my commuters.  The couple is down to a single.  That one poor lonely soul that honks his/her heart out as it flies over the house.

This breaks my heart.  (so much breaks my heart lately)  My poor lonely goose with honking so much a part of its makeup that it honks when there is no one to reply.  Why the lone goose doesn't join the bigger flock.  I don't know.  Maybe once you have a flock that's it and there is no room for anyone else.  I don't know.

If the lone goose is still around when I go, I want to ride to heaven on his/her back and we'll honk away the two of us and all will be well.