Goose in literary works

In Vancouver, Canada, my friend took me to a park by the sea to watch wild geese.

The body of the wild goose was beyond my expectation, about four times that of the white goose. So many huge geese gathered together, the scene shocked me.

My friend bought some biscuits, potato chips, and omnivores and prepared to feed the geese on the grass. The geese immediately stood up and surrounded us. Those wild geese seemed to be spiritual, crows and crows were begging for food from us.

The friend threw the biscuits into the air and said: "In the past, at the end of summer, the geese were ready to fly south. They would avoid the cold in the south and fly back until the following spring. However, The wild geese here have stopped flying south for a long time.”

Why don’t the wild geese stop flying south?

My friend told me that I don’t know when people started feeding geese on this beach. At first, there were only two or three geese, but now there are hundreds of geese, and the number is still increasing. In winter, they hide in buildings to avoid the cold. When someone feeds them, they fly out to eat, and the winter goes by like that.

My friend sighed and said: "One day, all the wild geese in Vancouver will no longer fly south. Migratory birds will become resident birds. In a few generations, the descendants of the wild geese will lose the ability to fly long distances, and then In a few generations, our descendants will not even know about flying south."

I grabbed a handful of potato chips and threw them into the air, and the wild geese came over to grab the food. I have mixed feelings in my heart. Is it right or wrong for us to feed the geese this way? It would be really disturbing if, for the sake of temporary entertainment, geese are unable to fly and no longer fly south.

A friend who has immigrated to Canada for seventeen years said that his situation is very similar to that of the wild geese. He is really afraid that his descendants will not know about the southward flight, so he often brings his children to feed the wild geese and let them Understand that although Vancouver is great, it is not our hometown.

"Where are your children?"

"They are all attending summer camp at Fo Guang Shan in Kaohsiung!" the friend smiled happily.

After we finished feeding the food, when we walked back, the wild geese followed closely all the way until we reached the car, and then reluctantly left.

In addition to their huge size, what is the difference between the wild geese that do not fly south and the pigeons in the square? I was thinking about it all the way.