We have seen that Blue has assumed the role of guardian of the property and protector of the flock. Even the rooster has accepted this interloper as a part of his family and all is well in Birdland.
September comes, as September will. On a bright clear morning Blue hears a familiar sound approaching from the north. A flock of its own people-- snow geese! Nature stirs the whatever within the creature that impels it to rejoin its own kind. Blue starts down the lane, runs down the lane, flaps its wings and leaps to launch itself into the air!
Blue gets about three goose-heights off the ground, sails a few yards and crashes headlong into the dirt. The poor bird has been much too-well fed, its body now heavy with surfeit. Its sole exercise for months has been waddling around the chicken lot; its pinions are atrophied and too weak to support flight.
The flock, hundreds strong, soars overhead while Blue honks a feeble "Good-bye, good-bye."*
*There is a moral in here somewhere but I shall refrain from pointing it out. If I could see it, and I did, I know that you can as well.
Text ©2017 David W. Lacy