Okay, let’s get one thing straight, there is no tech in a goose. However I feel like taking a break from the Web hosting issues of the day to share with you my recent adventure in motherhood.
It all started two weeks back when one of the hens who had been sitting on some Goose eggs for us, started to hatch the egg. I have to say, I was pretty excited. It had been about a year since we had any young geese running around here. Well, about halfway through the day the goose had made it half way out of the egg. His rear-end was coming out first. Apparently this spooked the hen enough to cause her to start pecking at the little darling over and over again.
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This is where I run in to make my heroic rescue, right?
Well, I heard the noise, so I went into the garage to check things out. I saw the act taking place and knew I probably didn’t have much time. You should know before hand I rarely get “hands on” with all the animals around here. I’ll take care of them, bathe them, water them and feed them, but I won’t stick my hand under a mother hen while she’s sitting on her eggs. To pardon the pun, I’m chicken. Back to the matter at hand though, I grabbed a car window squeegee, pushed the hen back with that while grabbing the baby goose and egg with the other hand. Having escape from the danger, I took the half baby goose, half egg inside.
Once I got back into the house, I started trying to help the baby goose get out of the shell. I broke it, a small piece at a time till he was out. Just the thought that I was the first thing he had ever seen was an amazement to me. Now what?
I knew nothing about raising a baby goose by myself! That is when I turned to my friend, the Internet. In just a matter of minutes I found this jewel of a Web page via Google. I have no idea who C. Snape is but I thank him or her for the help.
Coming back to present time now, the goose is doing fine, but is getting a little too big for his box. As soon as he starts to get some feathers, I’ll let him out with the rest of the geese so he can be with his own kind. I got to say that I’m not looking forward to that day though. I’ve had fun raising him so far. The most fun is having him jump up and down my legs while I’m sitting on the ground watching him eat away at the green grass.
So there you go, I guess that would be my softer side. I’ll be back to HTML and Web hosting nonsense another day.
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