That photo was of my wonderful Ranaya. She was part of my original flock that I started in 2009. She had an untimely death last year, and I miss her greatly.
Ranaya was the only Chinese goose I owned, and she was loud, obnoxious and a brat. When she was a gosling she liked to ride around in the pocket of my housecoat. As an adult she liked to sit in my lap, chew my hair, take laces out of shoes, and lead the ducks. She laid an ungodly amount of eggs, and though at times she seemed like she might sit, it seemed like she couldn't stand not being part of everyone's business. None of my other geese laid as many eggs as she did, which I understand is a function of her breed. She laid more than the breeds average though, laying over a hundred a year!
It's hard to know if the differences between her and my other geese were due to her breed or how she was raised. She was bossier than the chill Africans and Pomeranians, but not a bully like the Sebastapol and American Lavender Ice. She talked more than any of them, as there was always something to talk about. Seriously, everything set her honker going.
I'm now down to a single goose, Ranaya's mate, Rommy. He's a Plainheaded Roman. I have goslings coming in April, but alas no Chinese. I just cannot handle that long of a laying season. With the male goose being so protective during egg laying, it's too disruptive to my management style. Ranaya was a joy in my life, and I wouldn't trade my time with her for anything, but if she is at all indicative of the breed, I need a goose a little less high maintenance.
R.I.P Ranaya, you wonderful Chinese goose.