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... )

We got our two little pomeranian goslings, and Julie, the chinese goose, happened to be broody. She had no eggs, but damn it, she was brooding! So when I put the two adorable little peepers into the baby cage, all she had to say was "HISS ( 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... )

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... )

We're hoping we get Spiffy home today, she's been at the vets. She's been forcefed throughout the week after it turned out the metal she ate was crumbling and passing pretty well. She's back eating on her own and feeling a lot more herself, though she's still weak and thin. Spoiled isn't the word, if she's over there much longer, she's going to ( Read more... )

Doesn't that sound lovely? Like the title of some warmly humorous, bitter sweet book with beautiful glossy photos of ducks and geese going about their enlightening little lives with a golden air of Nature's Perfection about them. It'd have this wonderful underlying message of we are all children of this earth and beloved all the same by whatever ( Read more... )