WELL. I did not expect that at all. When we unhappily sent Ben and the flock off to Ralph and Caroline's farm in Hesperia, we saw the Google map, and were able to see it was a large, well laid out and prosperous looking mini farm-ranch. And just up front, let me say that it IS ( Read more... )

Well. We did all we could, but when two of our geese mysteriously died, there just wasn't any more to do but to find someplace safe for the rest. First Toulie, then Lucy, our two friendliest girls, died about two months apart for no apparent reason ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, the city encroaches when they smell money, and around ten years ago, contractors started building the cheese box half a million dollar houses, shoe horning ten onto what was one of our lots ( Read more... )

Spring hath sprung, you know, mostly. Sometimes it's bouncing back to cold and rain. Mostly it's spring. And spring is when a young goose's fancy turns to horrible bellowing, random attacks, lesbian water warfare and defiling any container capable of holding water ( Read more... )

Just as I discussed the fact that October had been lacking the usual HOWLING Santa Ana winds and responding KEENING Southerly winds, they showed up. Like a freight train coming down from the pass, and I don't mean one of those sissy diesels, I mean some giant steam mama coming in full bore. Possibly off of the rails ( Read more... )

Puff and Snowball (yes, I know, my pet names are so original!), my adorable fluffy, poofy snuggly little Silkie chickens recently discovered something really important: Sparrows are a delicious and easily caught source of fresh protein. O.o ( Read more... )

Or, whatever. Anyhow! Welcome new and old friends, and various varmints ( Read more... )

HUMANS! It is far past time that you acknowledge ME, BENJAMIN T. GOOSE, as your grand arbiter in all things. ALL. THINGS. I am clearly the superior brain. I have finally managed to hack into this puny, primitive system and now OWN this ridiculous but admittedly useful journal account ( Read more... )

And lo, did that horrible day come to pass, where sack cloth ran as blood and ashes covered the grills and the seventh seal caught fish and all that portentous stuff happened that always makes me want to light the bbq ( Read more... )

One of the kids across the street had their birthday party. Mom and Dad went all out, too. There was a big bouncy castle (something completely indispensable these days), a popcorn machine, a cotton candy machine, a few bean bag target games, and a clown ( Read more... )