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FACT 1

As each goose flaps its wings it creates an "uplift" for the birds that follow. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone.

LESSON

People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

FACT 2

When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of flying alone. It quickly moves back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front of it.

LESSON

If we have as much sense as a goose we stay in formation with those headed where we want to go. We are willing to accept their help and give our help to others.

FACT 3

When the lead goose tires, it rotates back into the formation and another goose flies to the point position.

LESSON

It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership. As with geese, people are interdependent on each other\'s skills, capabilities and unique arrangements of gifts, talents or resources.

FACT 4

The geese flying in formation honk to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.

LESSON

We need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In groups where there is encouragement, the production is much greater. The power of encouragement (to stand by one\'s heart or core values and encourage the heart and core of others) is the quality of honking we seek.

FACT 5

When a goose gets sick, wounded or shot down, two geese drop out of formation and follow it down to help and protect it. They stay with it until it dies or is able to fly again. Then, they launch out with another formation or catch up with the flock.

LESSON

If we have as much sense as geese, we will stand by each other in difficult times as well as when we are strong.



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Honk! honk! on stormy wings they cleave the upper air,
On gusty breeze, above the seas, their onward cohorts fare;
They come from frosty solitudes, where broods the Arctic night,
Where deserts grim, spread vast and dim, in the auroral light.
The Esquimaux, with bended bow, fast paddling his canoe,
Their flocks hath chas\'d o\'er icy waste of waters heavenly blue;

On frozen shore of Labrador the Indian\'s steel hath sped,
But vain the shaft, and vain the craft, and vain the fowler\'s lead.
In twinkling gleam of cold moonbeam, their dusky files I trace,
In wedge-like throng, in column long, they speed the tireless race;
O\'er craggy mountain-sides, and over torrent tides,
The shadow of each column, in swift procession glides.
O\'er the far-resounding surge, in the dim horizon\'s verge,
I see their dark battalions on winnowing pinions urge;
O\'er Lake Superior\'s sheet their clanging pinions beat,
Where Western plain and golden grain spread sumptuous pastures sweet.
The bleak November cloud casts down its snowy shroud,
And the throbbings and the sobbings of the winds are swelling loud;
The snowdrift hides the grass, and the lakes are crystal glass,
So warn\'d, the geese-flock legions to gentler regions pass, \u2014
To the balmy Southern clime, where the orange and the lime,
With blossom\'d fruits, perennial shoots, are ever in their prime;
To paradise ambrosial, to banks of spic\'d perfume,
Where forests wide and river-side are prodigal with bloom.'