Sometime around 1986, a truck driving friend of ours was traveling thru Canada and picked up two eggs...He gave us one, which I put into an incubator and several weeks later, our little "Honk" hatched out...She was a Canada Goose. She was beautiful to us and she actually thought that we were her parents.
She spent her days swimming in one of our three ponds and when we were outdoors, she was right by our side...watching every move we made and generally getting in the way.
I thought of her today, as I heard a flock of geese fly overhead...looked up and saw them in their "V" formation. "Honk" was with us until December 1989. She left with a migrating flock on a cold winter day...it was -18 degrees F.
My first husband, who is now deceased, wrote this poem about Honk.
Honk, I know It Was You
You left on a Friday while I was away,
In the darkness I looked for you and called your name.
I was certain I would find you by light of day,
But the cold artic air was the one to blame.
Over the parking lot for two weeks you did fly,
How you found me I shall never know.
People would say, "Did you see that wild goose fly by?"
I would say, "Yes, I've known that goose from long ago."
I called your name and waved my arms,
I wish I could have flown after you.
I quickly recalled your feats and charms,
I watched you fade in the early morning hue.
I walked the fields and drove the roads,
I checked the ponds both brown and blue.
I miss you so and love you loads,
Honk, I know it was you.
Written by Jim Hatcher,