That is how I got my Oliver.
I happened one day to decide to go see my,parents on my lunch hour.
I drove by a field of approx 10 acres that would get passing Canada geese.
You couldn't miss that blob of white in the midst of them.
I kept telling myself not to even look on the way back to work but of course I did.
After work a called a neighbor, took a bag of corn and went back.
Who got out of the van, walked onto the field, shook the bag and he came running.
It took us about 5 minutes to get a hold of him. He couldn't fly. He has been here since 2003.
It was the beginning of June. The field is one piece of property belonging to a business. That business is land locked with four lane highways on all four sides with some adjoining businesses.
I have always believed that as someone said it seemed like a good idea at Easter time but then grew up. Whoever dumped him probably saw the Canadian geese and figured goose....goose.
Good place for him but it wasn't. When the Canadians left Oliver would have been alone.
Linda