Geese are such pure soulsFirst, a little backstory: I lost my 8-year-old imprinted goose in March this year. As much as I mourned her, my gander Jensen was devastated. Luckily, I was able to find him a Toulouse goose from last year, and they're now a happy couple.
My hopes of bonding with an adult goose were not high, but Magda has turned out to be very easy-going. We go for walks every day and sometimes visit other people's yards.
Last week, I was doing some work just outside my yard and as per usual, I let the geese follow me, so they could get to weed my neighbor's hedge. However, this time the geese apparently decided they were loooong overdue for a walk, and after a few honk-honk-honks to inform me of their decision, they just started walking down the road. I tried to call them back, but they were having none of it.
So I ran back to the house to get my keys and their treats. Then I heard Magda calling "Honkedihonk! Honkedihonk!" Usually, this is her call for when she's got lost from Jensen. I quickly locked my door, ready to follow them and find out what was wrong, when I saw Magda coming back through the gate, closely followed by Jensen. She actually came back for me! She was calling ME! She didn't want to go without me!
I felt so special being accepted by her as a member of her gaggle. It didn't just make my day; it made my entire month.
