Oh, So Lonesome

  Once the morning dew had dried, I decided that I had enough of this inside stuff.  I was feeling some better and thought that a bit of fresh air might be in order.  I grabbed the camera and headed down to the pier.  It was calm and quiet as I eased down the planking.  For some reason the quietness seemed to echo across the water...if that makes any sense whatsoever.  Just as I reached the marsh edge a sudden blast of sound startled me!  I had thought I was quite alone in this trek but I soon discovered that another being was not too far from me!  

  A lone Canadian Goose let out the loudest honk I had ever heard!  I supposed my presence was a much of a surprise to him as his was to me.  He was just far more vocal than I was.  The goose swam out from the shore a bit and honked again.  About every ten minutes or so, the bird would stretch its fine neck skyward and call.  Poor thing...nothing was answering its call.  No other geese returned its plaintive cries. Hmmm?  Had this poor soul lost its mate in some tragic accident?  Or was it merely calling to gather friends for that long trek back northward. Either way, I got the idea that the bird was lonesome...oh, so lonesome.

  I stayed a short while on the pier and then ventured back to the Little Bayou House.  No use in trying to understand geese language as there was not a lot I could do to help my poor friend.  Inside, I could hear his calls for the next hour and then silence once again fell upon the Bayou. Perhaps all ended well for the goose.  I hope.