AS I LIVE and BREATHE...
I have not been here on this blog for a long time due to so many events coming and going in my life. Some family turmoil, some personal, some goose and duck, some cat, some physical. Whoa--physical? Well, yes, with age comes the golden part of the golden years. Something not mentioned in the life handbook is that with age comes deterioration. Nowhere did I see that horrible thing with the funny name, "bursitis," could effect anyone at any time. Well I got it suddenly in both hips and spent a goodly amount of time getting steroid injections and physical therapy. If that didn't put a crimp in things, I developed an hernia that needed emergency repair. But that is all over and now I am back at the keyboard, oh lucky you.
The geese, however have had a rash of injuries all caused by , what else? careless fisherpersons. There was little Mugwart the Mallard who had a fish line with the lead weights attached to his legs making walking nigh on impossible and swimming difficult and flying risky. One day he disappeared. Then there is Cujo one of the African geese who had a line wrapped around his left leg at the ankle so tight it make his dew claw deformed. I got him to the point where he would eat from my hand and so I called the game warden who did come but not prepared to catch a goose. Then he never returned. Cujo has limped around now for months and suddenly, the limping is not so bad and his skin has grown over the line so he is handicapped but not dying. There is Gander the Canada goose with a line wrapped tightly around his right knee rendering him severely limping and in obvious pain. But the wardens won't come. They say I need to catch the goose then they will come. Is that not the job of a game warden? Guess not. And lastly there is a young African goose, Allie, with line wrapped tightly around the right ankle. She is in a lot of pain too. I don't know what to do for them. They are hard to catch.
Winter came in with a vengeance and for the past 3 weeks we have had the worst ice storms and snow in a long long time. The lake froze over and the geese could not get around as the ice was so pervasive they would fall. But in the weeks they were gone, I found myself in a sort of mourning mode for the loss of my quirky loud belligerent friends. It was quiet and uneventful. Yesterday the last of the ice melted on the lake in time for this weekend snow, but the geese and ducks are back for awhile, the noise, the smell, the fun. God had a great sense of humor and fun when he created the world. GEESE, who knew?