- Feb 6, 2013
 
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Took most of our birds to the fair today. 
		
		
	
	
		
	
 
My poor geese, sorry, my kids geese as I never once took care of them, were having a hard time being separated. The Small Livestock building was packed with people leaving the Rodeo. I stood by worrying about my geese as some ROTTEN little testosterone boys started to poke at them and mock them and shake the cage.
		
	  My family watched too.  All of a sudden, Mama Bear came out and shouted, "Don't touch my geese!" 
		
	 The rotten little stinker looked at me with bewildered eyes and said, "Why not?"  I asserted back, "because it's not nice!"  In which the child looked at me again as if I was speaking some foreign language. 
		
	
 
Now listen, I know boys will be boys.
		
	  I am sure it is fun for them to get the geese to snap at them.  But I just felt so protective it was crazy.  
 
Ha ha. You should see me when someone crosses my kids!
		
	
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			
	My poor geese, sorry, my kids geese as I never once took care of them, were having a hard time being separated. The Small Livestock building was packed with people leaving the Rodeo. I stood by worrying about my geese as some ROTTEN little testosterone boys started to poke at them and mock them and shake the cage.
	
	
	Now listen, I know boys will be boys.
	Ha ha. You should see me when someone crosses my kids!
	
	
	
	