The Canada Geese have been busy forming flocks over the past month, practicing for their long and treacherous migration south.
I often hear their raucous squawking as they fly overhead and wonder if they are yelling commands or just arguing about who will take the lead. Somehow, a leader always emerges and the group instinctively pulls in behind their commander in a tight V formation. The cackling, however, continues unabated.
When Charli Mills’ September 16, 2015 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge came along, asking us to write a love story in 99 words (no more, no less) – I thought about the these majestic, messy, ornery birds who mate for life. That’s about 20 geese years of monogamous marriage. Surely there was a love story to be found in one of those meadows, marshes and golf courses that they inhabit!
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Honk’tar flails his massive wings and thrusts himself toward the dog, hissing at it with his powerful beak wide open. The dog lunges forward and they struggle and thrash until Honk’tar hears a whimper. He’s drawn blood. The fight is over.
He waits for the dog to scamper away and then swims toward his injured mate, extending his long neck, waving it gently back and forth. She gracefully extends hers in welcome and their necks intertwine.
A gunshot ricochets among the reeds.
Honk’tar immediately begins to push his mate, urgently steering her toward the dense thickets of the marsh.

I love this story, Kate! I hope Honk’tar will be able to get his mate to a safe place so she can recover. What a valiant bird he is.
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Thank you Mary! Yes indeed, Honk’tar will urge his mate to safety. There they live for a couple of weeks until they recover and return to their journey south. I like happy endings. 🙂
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Thank you for letting me know! Feeling much better now.
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Beautifully sad. Well done.
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Thank you Roger!
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This is so powerfully beautiful and sad and why I could never be a hunter despite my father’s numerous attempts. I watch nature every day and I see human traits in birds and bees. Imagination? I think every living creature is capable of love. I’ve been watching the geese fly from Canada, over my Elmira Pond, south. I never tire of their honks.
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Thank you Charli. One of the things I’ve always missed over the fall and winter months is what I call bird chatter: their calls, quacks and honks. And even the ones that winter here are so much quieter. I can imagine how attuned you become to the rhythms of nature, living by your Elmira Pond.
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Geez! You caught me off-guard. Drew me in then hit me with the stupid hunters. 😦 Beautiful flash.
I love geese. I wrote a post about them last year. You should see the comments. Their “honking” (for lack of a better word) means so much. They are loyal and will not leave others behind.
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I found your lovely post on geese and you’re right, the comments were inspiring in their own way. Many of us have a goose tale or two that we can share. 🙂 I remember the trailer to the movie referenced in Charli’s comment on your post: Fly Away Home. I never saw it, did you?
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I haven’t! I planned on it but best laid plans and all that. I’m glad you found that post. Sorry you had to search for it but I didn’t know if you’d find a link in your comments rude.
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You almost had me in tears Kate. That is a beautiful story of love but I don’t feel any love towards those hunters.
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Thanks Irene! I’m glad I was able to convey the love the geese pair had for each other. I wasn’t particularly fond of the hunters either – or their dog – and I usually love dogs!
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You conveyed it perfectly.
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