Geese, Predators, Rural life

On losing my geese

It was a beautiful sunshiny day and we took the goslings out to play in their tractor. They waddled about, enjoyed their grass and drank their water all the while peeping to one another in their beautiful sing songy voices. An hour later, two were dead. I had no idea what could have caused them to die so suddenly and…

Continue Reading
Geese, Rural life

Our goslings arrived!

I hear the dog bark as he races for the road. Barking, barking, barking. That can only mean one thing: the mailman is here. The mail coming is always an exciting event around here, perhaps because it is heralded with such fanfare by the dog, but today we are expecting our geese. I’ve decided we have the world’s most laid…

Continue Reading