Papa Goose is so incredibly happy.
He and his "kids" are doing just fine. They follow him everywhere and adore him. I had the most wonderful chat early this morning with my lake friend, Jerry, who lives across the street from the lake in the tall apartment building. He and I always fill each other in on our lake observations and speaking of adore, I adore him. I have shared Jerry with you before. He is the man who uses a walker - although thankfully lately has not needed to - and who one day came to after passing out and falling on the ground at the lake to a swan standing over him like a guardian angel. Well this morning Jerry told me that he was at our lake the night these muscovy babies were dropped off. Jerry said they were so frightened. They kept going into the road and seemed afraid of the water, etc. He said, "Kim, then along came Papa. I wish you had been here to see. He stuck his chest way out and he took over." As I listened to my friend describe how Papa Goose, once again, became a father to the forgotten and abandoned, I also once again, teared up as I pretty much do on a regular basis when it comes to Papa Goose. Jerry, a retired man with some health issues who always wears navy or khaki shorts, white shirt, and suspenders, is such a loving soul. He brings his corn and bread to his beloved feathered friends every day. His eyes light up so beautifully and may I say so youthfully when he shares what he has lived and seen here. He told me this morning that he does not know what he would do without Papa Goose in his life.
And I so understand.
And for now, we don't have to worry about that! For Papa Goose is so alive and healthy and strong and every single thing that is right with this world.
xo
*This post is dedicated to Toni, whose love for Papa Goose made my heart overflow. He loves you too Toni.