If So for Birds Why Not for Man
佚名 / Anonymous
Where we live， on the Eastern shore of Maryland， the gentle waters run in and out like fingers slimming at the tips. They curl into the coves like tender palms.
The Canada geese know this place， as do the white swans and the ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay as they skim their way into harbor. In the autumn， by the thousands， they come home for the winter.
The swans move toward the shores in a stately glide， their tall heads proud and unafraid. They lower their long necks deep into the water， where their strong beaks dig through the river bottoms for food. And there is， between the arrogant swans and the prolific geese， an difference， almost a disdain.
Once or twice each year， snow and sleet move into the area. When this happens， if the river is at its narrowest， or the creek shallow， there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.
It was on such a morning， near Oxford， Maryland， that a friend of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window， which overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river， beyond the dock， the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment she stood quietly， looking at what the night’s storm had painted.
Suddenly she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted window. “It really is，” she cried out loud. “There is a goose out there.” She reached to the bookcase and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Into their sights came the figure of a large Canada goose， very still， its wings folded tight to its sides， its feet frozen to the ice.
Then from the dark skies， she saw a line of swans. They moved in their own singular formation， graceful， intrepid， and free. They crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the house， moving steadily to the east.
As my friend watched， the leader swung to the right， and then the white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from the top of the sky downward. At last， as easy as feathers coming to earth， the circle landed on the ice. My friend was on her feet now， with one unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans surrounded the frozen goose， she feared what life it still had might be pecked out by those great swan beaks.