Life of a Goose Gone South

I took this snapshot as we loaded groceries into the back of the Subaru. And there was that lonesome goose we’d seen the week before, and the one before that.

I kept coming back to the image, knowing I would never know either the backstory or the ultimate fate of this solitary creature never again part of the familiar world of water and wing.

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I guess this is loading too much human reason and emotion into the life, suffering and death of a single anonymous creature. But maybe better too much fellow-feeling than too little.

The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, Not a collection of objects to be used. Thomas Berry