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     Autumn came. Waterfowl were winging south. A decision had‘: 
     
     be made. The day came when the gander marshalled the young geese, 
     
     sprang into the air and led tham on their long flight south. Flapping 
     
     futiley with her one good wing, the forsaken goose tried to follow, 
     
     then watched as her family vanished from her view. 
     
    

    
     Winter came -— and passed. Snow and ice melted from field and 
     
     pond. The few wintering ducks and geese again dabbled in the water. 
     
     Honking V's of north—bound geese began to pass overhead; some dropped 
     
     into the pond for food and rest. 
     
    

    
     One day a tumult of rejoicing clamor broke the quiet of the 
     
     sanctuary. The gand I returned 1 
     
    

    
     Years went by — "at least. Each fall the gander and his 
     
     young offspring flew south. Each spring came that day when the 
     
     ecstatic commotion of welcome would break forth. The people at the 
     
     sanctuary would hear it and share in the gladness. 
     
    

    
     Inevitably the break came. In 1973, the goose disappeared, to 
     
     places unknown. The gander returned as usual, but the joyful wel- 
     
     come was not awaiting him. He remained at the pond, unattached. 
     
     until the call came to head south again. This little tale 
     
     certainly exemplifies the fidelity of Canada Geese to their mates, 
     
     even under rather trying circumstances. 
     
    

    
     Margaret Mallett, 
     
     53 Fitzroy Street, 
     
     Charlottetown, P. E. I.