During the summer of 2009 I noticed a pair of geese had been abandoned near my grandma's house. My sister and I were determined to rescue them. My mom, my sister and I stayed at my grandma's house all week while my dad went home so he could go to work. He came back with his truck and a dog cage, and the next day we captured the two geese. After traveling through Sacromento and all three hours home we took them down to our pond. After about 3 months we lost the female goose most likely to a pack of coyotes.
We were all very sad, but especially the male goose. The goose befriended one of our last female ducks and always protected her from the drakes. Recently the goose and the ducks began to come up the hill to our front door so we would feed them. Goo goo (thats his name
) was never really liked to be pet, but we both respected eachother. Today I noticed he didn't come up to be fed, and I imediatly knew something was wrong. My sister and I went to search for Goo goo, but we didn't find anything, not even a feather.
I am still very sad about this, and I feel bad that I didn't protect them from the coyotes. I guess I could just use some sympathy.
