Dear Diary,
This afternoon I was ambling along the banks of Lake Windermere, when I spotted a lone wild goose huddled near the water as if it were begging for help. Everyone else kept their distance, wary that it might nip or cause a ruckus. I couldnt just stand there and watch, so I edged closer and tried to offer it some crumbs. To my surprise, the bird wasnt interested in food at all; it seemed to be urging me to follow it. Summoning a pinch of courage, I trailed the goose, and it led me toward a cluster of stones by the shore.
There, tucked among the rocks, I found a tiny gosling that had become trapped. The rest of the family was circling the water, honking plaintively for its missing chick. I gently freed the little one and reunited it with its parents. The mother and father glided away together, their feathers ruffling in the breeze as they swam off.
Later, the flock returned to thank me. From that day on, the wild geese made a habit of visiting my garden, and I welcomed their company gladly. I fed them daily and made sure nothing harmed them. Over time, I learned how vital it is to look after those who are often overlooked or ignored by the world. Each passing day deepened my bond with my new feathered friends.
The geese became a part of my routinecheerfully honking at sunrise, escorting me to the front door at night, and even leaving a few goslings in my care when they went off to forage. People who once crossed the lake with a wary eye now stopped to watch this unlikely friendship between a girl and a wild flock.
That simple encounter by the lake not only saved a goslings life but also filled my own with purpose, trust, and a quiet happiness. Whenever I stroll past the lake now, I swear I can hear the wind whisper a merry thank you.
