So I didn't bring home any rocks from my morning hike. I brought home a dysfunctional goose. A goose that does not know she is a goose. A goose raised in the house and socialized only with people. A house goose. They named her GiGi.
It's interesting sometimes, the things that people do. See, there is this couple, a nice couple, and they visit the park with the 11 acre lake where I hike. And they like to watch the geese and ducks that inhabit the lake. There's a big flock of Canadian geese that live there and among them is one lone White Chinese goose. As long as I've been hiking, since mid May, it's just been the single White Chinese, but the couple says that there used to be two until one disappeared. They said that the remaining White Chinese would call and call and call for the lost one and I imagine it sounded pretty sad because geese become seriously bonded and take it hard, losing a mate.
Anyway, the couple decided that the right thing to do would be to get a White Chinese gosling, raise it and then turn it loose with the lake flock where it will mate with the now-single White Chinese and live happily ever after.
Sounds good in theory, right? And certainly their hearts were in the right place. But see, goslings imprint, they bond with whatever's consistently close to them and then decide that the species they've bonded with is their own. Or at least that's my opinion. So when I arrived at the lake this early morning, there was a very nice couple trying to convince their nine-week old goose that it should leave them and go with the big flock of scary, noisy birds.
Heh. GiGi remained unconvinced.
So long-story-short, they said I was the answer to their prayers and gave me GiGi to take home so that she cansit on Sierra's lap on the couch and watch Scrubs meet my flock and learn to be a goose.
Except GiGi doesn't want to meet the flock and learn to be a goose. GiGi is perfectly happy being a person.
I let most of my insane flock of geese out of the coop and put GiGi in with the half-grown chicks and the one-winged goose Poppy. Poppy is small and calm and relatively quiet so I thought she would be a good goose to introduce GiGi to as her first goose experience.
GiGi freaked out. The geese terrified her, the chickens terrified her. She screamed and flung herself at me. When I sat down to try to reassure her, she climbed into my lap.
It's going to be... interesting. It's been a long time since I had a goose that wanted to cuddle. She's very pretty. And clean. She's like, perfect. You can totally tell that she was raised in the house. Her orange feet are soft and smooth, like she's never walked on dirt.
I'm not sure what's going to happen here. The couple says that she's used to being sung to sleep every night. Ummm... I guess Sierra can sing her to sleep?
It's interesting sometimes, the things that people do. See, there is this couple, a nice couple, and they visit the park with the 11 acre lake where I hike. And they like to watch the geese and ducks that inhabit the lake. There's a big flock of Canadian geese that live there and among them is one lone White Chinese goose. As long as I've been hiking, since mid May, it's just been the single White Chinese, but the couple says that there used to be two until one disappeared. They said that the remaining White Chinese would call and call and call for the lost one and I imagine it sounded pretty sad because geese become seriously bonded and take it hard, losing a mate.
Anyway, the couple decided that the right thing to do would be to get a White Chinese gosling, raise it and then turn it loose with the lake flock where it will mate with the now-single White Chinese and live happily ever after.
Sounds good in theory, right? And certainly their hearts were in the right place. But see, goslings imprint, they bond with whatever's consistently close to them and then decide that the species they've bonded with is their own. Or at least that's my opinion. So when I arrived at the lake this early morning, there was a very nice couple trying to convince their nine-week old goose that it should leave them and go with the big flock of scary, noisy birds.
Heh. GiGi remained unconvinced.
So long-story-short, they said I was the answer to their prayers and gave me GiGi to take home so that she can
Except GiGi doesn't want to meet the flock and learn to be a goose. GiGi is perfectly happy being a person.
I let most of my insane flock of geese out of the coop and put GiGi in with the half-grown chicks and the one-winged goose Poppy. Poppy is small and calm and relatively quiet so I thought she would be a good goose to introduce GiGi to as her first goose experience.
GiGi freaked out. The geese terrified her, the chickens terrified her. She screamed and flung herself at me. When I sat down to try to reassure her, she climbed into my lap.
It's going to be... interesting. It's been a long time since I had a goose that wanted to cuddle. She's very pretty. And clean. She's like, perfect. You can totally tell that she was raised in the house. Her orange feet are soft and smooth, like she's never walked on dirt.
I'm not sure what's going to happen here. The couple says that she's used to being sung to sleep every night. Ummm... I guess Sierra can sing her to sleep?
I am so honored you have a goose named after me! "She's like, perfect. You can totally tell that she was raised in the house. Her orange feet are soft and smooth, like she's never walked on dirt."- we even have some of the same characteristics!