I always glance to the right – not to be a “distracted driver”, but to admire the beautiful geese that somehow find congregating by a drainage pond in the ‘burbs an inviting place to hang.
I imagine what they say to each other, all gathered on the bank, closer to the road than seems naturally safe. Their tail feathers wiggle in unison – almost as if they’re voting on official “goose business.”
Maybe humans who zoom here and there, back and forth on Bowden Road don’t care or even see the geese, but I do. I think they’re brave to claim their stake among the development. A strip mall nearby houses one of my city’s oldest chain bbq restaurants. An adjacent road links to a main distribution facility for a national soft drink company and well, that not so desirable drainage pond.
Springtime brings with it new beauty: geese floating across the pond. I thrill inside when I see that all the swimmers aren’t the same size. The babies – lighter in color and more fuzzy than feathered – are well chaperoned on the water and actively practicing “gooselike things.” Confidence guides them from one side of the retention pond to the other – and humans race by in cars driving, texting, coming, going…
But the absolute best about The Geese on Bowden Road is the claim they make to their right to change locations. And sometimes, it literally means crossing the road and getting to the other side.
That’s when my smile is its broadest and my heart at its happiest – because without any posted special crossing signs or accommodations – The Geese on Bowden Road march in formation, resolute in their efforts to leave the man-made pool and its surrounding cushy grass.
Then, The Geese on Bowden Road pad across the sun-warmed pavement and watch as the humans finally stop to notice.