One morning in early fall, I spotted a pair of wild geese on our pond. The beautiful sight caught me by 1 , because we’d never seen geese there before. Thinking they would soon leave, I 2 the chance to get close to them. I wondered where they came from and why they’d chosen our pond. The next morning, the geese were still my 3 . I walked round to the mailbox, showing them I meant no harm. 4 , I couldn’t resist getting a 5 look. I hid behind some trees and 6 the handsome pair quietly through the branches. I was surprised to see they were staring at me, too! As the days passed, I started 7 to the geese. They craned their necks and raised their heads 8 ,but seemed to realize I was their friend. By then, my curiosity about 9 they were staying so long at the pond changed to 10 . As they were feeding in the grass the other day, I discovered the reason for their 11 : the male had a broken left wing. He couldn’t 12 , and his faithful mate would not leave him behind. I asked a biologist what to do. He explained that sometime a 13 wing will heal by itself and suggested letting nature take its course. On the first day of November, I was working in the neighborhood of the geese with my tractor. I 14 some movement from the corner of my eye. Both geese were running toward the pond. Their wings were 15 like crazy, struggling for takeoff. Gradually, they flew over the pond. They 16 enough altitude to fly past a neighbor’s house, and then circled back toward me, flying no more than 50 feet over my head as if to say goodbye. Then they were out of my 17 . The season’s first snowflakes fell the very next day. The birds must have 18 that winter was coming, and it was time to go. I became fond of them during their 19 visit to our pond, and now I miss them. I will never forget their 20 to each other.