I Can Fly. Who Knew?

By Patrick, Oregon

I was driving home on a stormy night, when my headlights suddenly outlined a solitary goose standing in the farm’s driveway. This goose shouldn’t be here. It’s supposed to be in the barn, I thought. With the safety of the farm, domestic geese never really learn to fly; they just become fat and happy. So this lone goose would likely be a sitting duck for some hungry coyote.

But I was in my warm, dry car, wearing my good clothes. Outside it was wet, cold, and windy. Even though my inner guidance said, “Just do it,” my mind was trying to convince me the goose could take care of itself. After all, a goose can put up a big, nasty fight with its razor-sharp claws and biting beak. And normally, there is no way to walk up to a goose undetected. Read More