The Flock Has Flocked
Yesterday morning while on our walk I heard honking overhead. I looked up and there was a single Canadian goose high up flying solo. It was not in a triangle flock. I thought, somehow it got departed from its other fellow travelers and now it is confused and doesn’t know which way to go. How sad.
About 30 minutes later Willow and I were walking on a newly cut street in a not-yet subdivision and still walking when again I heard lonely honking. I looked up in the sky expecting to see another lonely goose but one wasn’t there.
My eyes followed the sad honking sound and found it. It was floating around in a fenced-in holding pond. Somehow he lost his fine feathered flock fellow travelers – and he was in despair too.
Was it the same Canadian Goose? I don’t think so. The one flying was going in a different direction.
It seemed strange they were both left behind. Then I got it!… maybe they were really “left behind” – I mean, really “left behind” – get what I am trying to say?
Who says God’s “chosen ones” have to be humans?