A Most Unlikely Visitor

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?