The tale of Diddle and Daddle
(Editor's Note: The following journal entries were graciously shared by T-G reader Margaret Little about her sister, Elizabeth Couch. We are happy to share her sweet story with the readers of the Times-Gazette).
At approximately 8 a.m. on Jan. 9, 2009, at our home on Old Nashville Dirt Road, Diddle and Daddle came home to their summer place.
My sister saw them on the pond from her front porch and called to them: "Here Diddle. Here Daddle. "
The male flew low to the ground from the pond to the house. The female soon followed.
They remembered my sister's voice, and they knew they would be fed.
Maybe I should explain that Diddle and Daddle are male and female Canadian geese that have taken up summer residence on my sister's pond.
They have been doing this for three or four years. They are always alone. None of the other geese stop. It seems they have staked their claim to this particular pond. They will waddle up to the house, waiting for food.
It seems to be their territory. The male will always stand guard while the female eats, and when she is finished, he will eat and she stands ground.
The peafowls that have permanent residence on the hill are chased away by the male goose.
Diddle and Daddle will tolerate Snoopy, the Dachshund. Snoopy is used to them by now and won't bother them.
They will stay again until late fall, and they will leave for a few months. We always wonder if they will be back the next spring.
They are such a joy to my sister and others who see them.
Welcome home, Diddle and Daddle.
Postscript: April 2, 2009
Diddle and Daddle have presented us six fluffy little baby geese. This is the first time they have done this in three years.
They brought them halfway up the hill for us to see. It's a pretty long walk from the pond to the house. Perhaps tomorrow they will bring them all the way to the house.
When all the rains came, they must have moved the gosling to a safer place and were gone for a while.
May 9, 2009
Diddle and Daddle came back to the pond with the six little ones, who are now trying to fly.
They are beginning to get their wing feathers now.
They all stayed together on the pond that summer, with all of them coming to the house to be fed. They loved corn.
It was so much fun to watch them grow. Soon fall came and they left together.
The next spring they all came back.
Together, they continued to come to the house to be fed. They didn't forget.
The little ones were almost grown. They again all played together on the pond that summer, and left in the fall.
This year only Diddle and Daddle came back.
I know they have been to the house, but now no one was there to talk to them or feed them.
My sister was in the nursing home. I know they missed her.
I saw them on the dam one evening as I drove down from the top of the hill. Daddle was on the dam stretching his neck and watching me. He was probably confused as to what was going on and why I didn't stop and feed them.
I took some corn back later and put it on the dam to let them know we had not forgotten them. Sis hopes to be back. Diddle and Daddle, just hang in there.
I've been back a few times to feed them, but I haven't seen them anymore.
I guess they got tired of waiting and watching and listening for my sister to call them and moved on.
My sister is still in the nursing home, and I know the animals miss her. The deer she always kept and Pretty Boy, the oldest peacock, who has been sleeping under the deck the last few years. He doesn't go to the top of the hill to the barn anymore. He's so old.
He always stayed with my sister.
I take him bread and corn just before dark most evenings, and he's always there waiting.
I know he misses Sis.
I have never seen Diddle and Daddle again.
My sister had a way with animals. They seemed to know her. I wish she could have gone back and I know the animals do too.
The place is being sold now, and I hope the next people who live there will tolerate and love the animals the way she did. Elizabeth Couch says geese Diddle and Daddle and their offspring miss her sister's affection.