826 THE CANADA GOOSE, 
HONK, honk—honk, honk! What a stirring sound is that which sum- 
mons us from whatever task indoors, and hurries us out hatless, breathless, 
into the crisp March air to behold a company of Wild Geese passing forward 
into the frosty North! Honk, honk! We think madly of our gun upstairs, 
for the Geese are provokingly near, and we hear the thrilling swish of the low- 
sweeping wings; but we take it out in great boasts to our similarly hatless 
neighbor, of what we could have done if the gun had been put together and 
we had known that those foolish Geese were coming right over town. And 
CANADA GEESI 
TATCHED FROM WILD EGGS BUT NOW THOROLY DOMESTICATED 
when the great birds become a row of trailing points on the northern sky, 
a fever of strange unrest burns within our veins, and we wonder thru what 
ancestral folly our wings were clipped, and our race condemned to unceasing 
barn-yard toil. 
The Canada Goose has only two cardinal points on his compass, North 
and South; and unlike most migrants, he does not go by the map, nor follow 
favorite paths thru the air, but flies straight over hill and dale, city and 
hamlet alike, until the goal is reached, or until the weather discourages further 
movement for a time. ‘The Geese move usually at a considerable height, 
forming open V-shaped figures, with the oldest or strongest gander in the 
lead at the apex; or else in single oblique lines. Each bird demands as clear 
a field as possible, and this is best secured by an arrangement which allows 
