Glenn, Becky and another pair of
hands, not mine, worked the sheep and cattle most of the day.
I stayed up the house catching up on
laundry, dishes, and the like.
Glenn called me.
He informed me that he caught a goose. Now, how did he catch a goose?
Yes…we have a pair or more Canada geese
that frequent our pond, but surely these geese would not let Glenn catch them.
Then, he said this goose was about 3
inches by three inches. Oh, a baby
goose?
Evidently, as the three health-checked
the sheep and band-castrated the ram lambs, this little ball of fuzz just
waddled through the waiting flock to them.
The sheep did not seem to mind the unlikely visitor.
Becky wandered around the area to see
if she could find a nest or parents. She
found neither.
Of course, with that phone call, I had
to take my hike down to the working area to see the baby goose for myself.
A baby goose is much larger than a
baby chick. The down felt almost
hair-like and was a beautiful golden brown. And, the obvious is that it has
webbed feet. Those webs were so soft and
supple.
What happened to the adult geese and, surely,
other baby goslings?
But, most importantly, what do we do
with an orphaned baby goose?
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