William Woods University has geese…hundreds of geese. As I was working in my office next to Junior Lake, my window went black as every geese on the Lake rose as one and started flying in a panic. As I looked at the melee in the sky, I saw a single white head soaring above and I knew what was occurring. An eagle was on the hunt. Sure enough, the eagle dropped down and clipped the wings of one of the geese sending it crashing into the ice below. The eagle swooped down to finish the kill but missed. Instead of trying again, it simply flew off leaving the wounded geese to hop back to its flock with a wing visibly broken.
I assumed that the eagle would come back to finish the job but it didn’t. As the days rolled by, I saw the wounded goose limping along the ground with its broken wing hanging behind. One day, the geese simply disappeared…perhaps flying south or to better hunting grounds. All but one…
The wounded goose was left behind. Unable to fly, it simply could not depart with the flock. Given the law of nature, the survival of the fittest, I didn’t give the goose long to live. Then, as I was about to turn away, I saw the most unusual sight; behind a bush emerged two other geese. ..Both apparently healthy and, I assume, a mated pair by the way they kept close to each other.
The pair shadowed their wounded comrade. Whereever he went, they went. Though he couldn’t fly, he could swim, though awkwardly, and his companions shared the water with him. The pair didn’t seem to care that he was hurt, that he couldn’t fly, that he hobbled or looked different from a healthy goose. They simply accepted him as he was with no judgment.
Why did they stay? I have no idea. Can we really assign the human qualities of kindness, compassion, and understanding to one of nature’s creatures? For that matter, how did the wounded goose feel? Is it capable of understanding loneliness, fear, or their opposites of companionship and hope? We may never know.
What I do know is that I have tried to learn to be more understanding and less judgmental as time rolls on. In years past, I would pass a homeless person looking for charity on a highway entrance ramp and simply pass him by, probably with a disparaging thought as I moved on. Now, I usually roll down the window and pass along a couple of dollars when I have them. Am I being naïve or being taken advantage of? Maybe, but this is more about me than him. It’s about my values, not just his needs.
If a pair of geese can stay behind to share their time and companionship with a wounded member of their flock, who am I to judge my fellow man in his time of need?
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Dan Diedriech
Callaway County United Way Board MemberI assumed that the eagle would come back to finish the job but it didn’t. As the days rolled by, I saw the wounded goose limping along the ground with its broken wing hanging behind. One day, the geese simply disappeared…perhaps flying south or to better hunting grounds. All but one…
The wounded goose was left behind. Unable to fly, it simply could not depart with the flock. Given the law of nature, the survival of the fittest, I didn’t give the goose long to live. Then, as I was about to turn away, I saw the most unusual sight; behind a bush emerged two other geese. ..Both apparently healthy and, I assume, a mated pair by the way they kept close to each other.
The pair shadowed their wounded comrade. Whereever he went, they went. Though he couldn’t fly, he could swim, though awkwardly, and his companions shared the water with him. The pair didn’t seem to care that he was hurt, that he couldn’t fly, that he hobbled or looked different from a healthy goose. They simply accepted him as he was with no judgment.
Why did they stay? I have no idea. Can we really assign the human qualities of kindness, compassion, and understanding to one of nature’s creatures? For that matter, how did the wounded goose feel? Is it capable of understanding loneliness, fear, or their opposites of companionship and hope? We may never know.
What I do know is that I have tried to learn to be more understanding and less judgmental as time rolls on. In years past, I would pass a homeless person looking for charity on a highway entrance ramp and simply pass him by, probably with a disparaging thought as I moved on. Now, I usually roll down the window and pass along a couple of dollars when I have them. Am I being naïve or being taken advantage of? Maybe, but this is more about me than him. It’s about my values, not just his needs.
If a pair of geese can stay behind to share their time and companionship with a wounded member of their flock, who am I to judge my fellow man in his time of need?
Want to help your neighbors in need? Contact the Callaway County United Way
Dan Diedriech