Best Geese Ever!
They've been here a week. Nary a honk. (Though I keep waiting for them to realize that they live here and aren't just visiting, and start giving the alarm as appropriate. But it's pretty quiet here, so maybe this is just the way they'll be. And I need to find something louder to annoy the neighbors...) (Not most of the neighbors. Just the one who anonymously complained to the road association president--now
there's a position of power--about the existence of my chickens. Not the noise, not the smell--because neither is even detectable from any other house on the road--just the fact that they existed. Despite the fact that we are expressly zoned such that I could have up to 40 birds, and there is nothing in the association agreement to prohibit livestock. Still don't know who the busybody was who complained. But at this rate, the geese are not likely to smoke him or her out.)
Today the DH and I clipped flight feathers on one wing each of Penelope and Libby. (Who improbably made it over the fence for a third time yesterday, though once again they would not abandon Henry, stuck on the other side...) They were absolute sweethearts about the clipping. Just some very minor avoidance of getting picked up, then no fuss at all about being held and getting feathers trimmed. I asked the DH if he wanted to hold or trim. He said he'd assumed he would hold. However, I have seen him hold our dogs for nail trimming and blood draws, neither of which I ask him to do anymore.
So I held, he did a fine job of trimming, and he is super impressed with the behavior and disposition of the goosers (as am I)... "I was expecting that to be much more of an ordeal," he said. "They are such nice geese!"
