It was October again and Philip was in the enclosure. He was feeding the birds that could not fly. The cold northeast wind and noise from the sea made it hard any other sounds. Suddenly Philip heard the high, clear call of a bird. He turned his head and looked into the sky.
At first he could only see something small. Bet as it came closer, it grew into the shape of a bird. While philip watched, the bird flew round the lighthouse. Then it dropped into the enclosure. His eyes filled with tears. It was the snow goose!
Philip watched her walk round the enclosure.
‘she acts like a bird that’s never been away!’ he said to himself. Bet he did not understand. ‘how could she go all the way home to Canada and then come back here again?’ he thought. ‘Perhaps she spent the summer in Greeenland. Then it was time to fly south again. She remembered our kindness and returned.’
Philip immediately thought of Fritha. He khew that he must tell her. So when he went to the village for food, he left a the post office. It said: