We Stuff Pillows With Them, After All

I drive home after work on an idyllic Spring day last week, taking the Mill Street shortcut to view the magnificent flowering trees, the tranquil pond, the various waterfowl and a lone white swan, swimming languidly through the sun-warmed water. Peacefulness settles over me.

Traveling on the road ahead, a large black SUV, moving faster than the posted 25 mph speed limit, rounds the corner and not a flash of brake lights is observed as down and feathers suddenly float all around the black behemoth. A Canadian goose lands on its belly in the road in front of me. I bring my car to a stop and am horrified as the bird flaps her wings to no avail, desperate to get out of the road. Her legs appear broken. I am filled with pity as her mate stands over her, watching, while she freaks out and I act automatically, unthinking.

I pull the car over and I bound from it to the distressed animal floundering in the road. Gently grasping her beak to keep her from biting, I lift her off the road and walk her to the pond’s edge, where, as I place her gently on the ground, her struggling ceases and her neck goes limp. I become aware I am crying.

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I did not realize a goose’s body was so light and warm and so incredibly soft. The tears flow and mix with the blood on my hands. A line of cars passes by slowly and somberly, witnesses to a senseless death and a crazy woman on this beautiful Spring day.

 

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7 thoughts on “We Stuff Pillows With Them, After All

  1. Not mad, Lisa – kind, compassionate, and moved by an avoidable accident and the rash destruction of one of Mother Nature’s creatures. . . you are a wonderful person.

  2. I am dumbstruck by the cruelty inherent in some of my fellow human beings. I am glad to hear of kindred spirits like you and I tell myself there are more of us than we know . . .

    • Thank you. It’s amazing how many people just don’t pay attention. After being so angry with whomever was driving that big black SUV, I remembered a few times in my own past where I’d hit a bird without having time to stop, and then was able to let go of the anger. Thanks for your kind words.

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