Something Told the Wild Geese

photo taken by Ted

I have seen gatherings of dozens, perhaps, hundreds of wild geese here in Minnesota grouping to begin their migration west and south.

iSissies, we can learn a lot from how wild geese interact when they travel:

1.  Geese migrate in the fall to escape the iced-over water sources of the north. They return to where they were born. They “go home” to mate and nest.  Human “snow birds” know that lesson well and no matter where we travel, iSissies, it’s always good to remember “home”.

2.  Geese gather at a resting place before they begin their journey making sure everyone is ready for the long trip.  Rest is important for all of us to gather strength for our decisions and our journey.

3.  Geese fly in the distinctive V formation with each bird flying slightly above the one in front of him to reduce wind resistance. Each bird takes turns being in front, then falling back in the V when fatigue takes over. All of us could learn this important lesson that our burdens are lighter when shared with someone who will help us bear them.

4.  If a goose becomes ill, gets injured or shot, causing it to fall out of formation, two other geese will fall out of formation with him staying with him, protecting him, encouraging him, until it can join the flock or dies. WOW! Now that’s a true friend who will stick with us when we are down. iSissies, we’re in this journey with you!

4.  I’m not sure what all the honking is about as they fly overhead in the V, but I imagine it is a way of encouraging each other-especially, the front guy-“You got this. You can do this. We are right behind you.”  Remember we have a voice for a reason. Lavish others with encouragement!  Be the optimist. Be the cheerleader!

5.  Migrations can be 1,500 to 3,000 miles long-usually at an altitude of 2,000-8,000 feet.  Scientists estimate the flock can fly 70% farther with the same amount of energy than if each goose flew alone.  Greater than the sum of our parts-just like iSissies.

As the weather hints changes are coming – changes that will bring cold air, ice and snow, I think of this charming poem.

Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field


Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, ‘Snow.’

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, ‘Frost.’

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
And remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

Remember the lessons from the wild geese and Happy Fall, iSissies!  It’s a wonderful time of year!