✨Story Time✨
After a couple of long, anxious weeks, the humans finally took the bandage and cone off Goosey Gray. She had been so patient, though it wasn’t easy for a wild goose to stay grounded for so long. The humans watched her carefully, unsure if she would fly again right away or need more time to heal. But Goosey Gray knew what she needed — and it wasn’t more rest. As soon as her wings were free, she gave them a quick stretch, flapped them a few times to test her strength, and before anyone could blink, she was up in the sky where she belonged.
Her honking echoed through the air, louder than ever, as if she was announcing to the world that she was back. She soared higher and higher, the wind beneath her wings, circling the field in wide, graceful arcs. Joyful to see her return to what she loved most — flying.
On the ground, Coryo Duck watched his mate with admiration, his heart swelling with pride for her and sorrow for him. He flapped his own wings, hoping to join her in the sky, but no matter how much he tried, his wings just weren’t strong enough to carry his long, heavy body. He let out a quiet sigh, defeated but not discouraged. He knew his place was on the ground, at least for now, watching over their bebes.
“Come on, bebes,” Coryo called, turning his attention to the little ones. “Let’s go to the big puddle so we can watch your momma fly.”
He waddled with them to the next, larger pond, where the water was calm and wide. The ducklings with their soft downy feathers, paddled beside him, eagerly watching the sky as their mother soared overhead. Goosey Gray was a speck now, gliding far above the meadow, her honks becoming fainter, but they all knew she would come back.
“Look at your momma, bebes,” Coryo said, his voice full of warmth. “She’s up there, flying like the wind, just like she always does. One day, you’ll be able to do that too.”
As the little ones bobbed in the water, Coryo noticed, with a familiar smile, that Orphie Rose was lagging behind again. Poor Orphie still hadn’t quite figured out how to swim. He struggled, his tiny wings flapping as he tried to keep up with the others, but every few strokes, he would sink just a little. Coryo stayed close, ready to nudge him back to the surface if needed.
“That’s alright, Orphie,” Coryo said gently. “You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. No rush.”
Orphie let out a tiny tappy dance, looking up at his father with determined eyes, but even Coryo could tell the little duckling wasn’t discouraged. He’d figure it out in his own time, just like they all would. Allowing the little runt to ride on his back taking him him back to the others. For now, they were together, safe and sound, with Goosey Gray watching over them from above.
And Coryo knew that no matter what, everything was going to be just fine…until Fall would arrive… 🍂🍁
