I'm feeling bad about my buddy Goose. He's the lonely old goose that has been hanging out with the ducks for quite a while now. I have spent many, many months feeding them all in the Park.

The other day he walked towards me with his broken right foot, and I hand fed him, before the other hundred geese came running into the action and I lost him.

This morning he was hobbling really bad. You may wonder how I know it's him, I just do, he's my friend. I tried approaching him to give him some food before we were swarmed, and he turned his back on me, and limped off.

Suddenly I was surrounded by ducks and geese, and I lost him again.

I guess it's the naturally occurring process of life and death among our wildlife. He can't feed himself and will probably die soon. My two favorite ducks, Whitey and CottonTop have been missing for more than two weeks.

I have allowed myself to become emotionally attached to these wild birds, and I'm sitting here crying at their loss...

I just contacted David Crockett State Park this afternoon via FaceBook and they confirmed they did lose a white one. There is only one white duck on Lake Lindsey. My friend Whitey has passed.

When you have wild birds eating healthy bird seed and cracked corn from your hand every morning for what, a year? You develop a bond! RIP my friend.

There are lot's of opinions about feeding wild birds like this. My position is, they're here, and enjoying the lake. I pull up, they recognize my truck, and I feed them a healthy breakfast to start their day!