I discovered a reference to Gaddy's Goose Pond in an unexpected source, Derrick Jensen's book, A Language Older Than Words.
He referred to a phenomenon I've often heard about, that "game" animals have an uncanny sense of where they can find refuge from hunters:
I told my friend that every experienced hunter I know often witnesses this same thing: bucks feed openly in fields a few days before the season opens, then disappear before the shooting begins.
She continued to look at me, her face bland, and I could tell she was losing patience. I pushed ahead, and told her about the Gaddy Goose Refuge. In the mid-1930s, a North Carolina farmer named Lockhart Gaddy began feeding Canada geese at this farm. Soon, there were so many that tourists began to visit. The geese felt safe: at neighboring farms they wouldn’t allow anyone within a quarter mile of them, but at Gaddy’s they allowed tourists to touch them. Both birds and visitors continued to increase until there were nearly 30,000 Canada geese, and as many human visitors. In 1953 Gaddy died of an apparent heart attack while feeding the geese. His wife, Hazel, said there was silence among the 10,000 birds there at the time.
Derrick Jensen always has an interesting perspective on what's happening:
Here, he talks about identifying with the system:
Some people detest him, but I appreciate Jensen's "attitude":
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