Well, Libby the goose is sitting on 2 real goose eggs and two wooden ones. I guess we are really going to try this. I marked the two real eggs because Penelope is is still laying, and I'm continuing to pick up her newer eggs. Libby is very tolerant of me hanging out next to her. She's not so thrilled about me groping under her to see if she's collected any "extra" eggs. I just hold her beak closed when I do it. The funny thing is, she doesn't even try to nip when I grope under the side with the wooden eggs. She's much more protective of the side with the real eggs. Though she is keeping both the real and the wooden eggs well-tucked under her. But it seems she may know the wooden ones are duds, somehow. Anyway, she seems to have the whole thing under control. I was going to put a layer of dirt in the Goose Chalet, then give her a couple eggs I'd set aside. Before I could do that, she moved a couple newer eggs to the dirt just outside the door to the G.C. and made a nice nest in the straw. It's still covered by the tarp over Goose Jail. And Penelope still goes into the Chalet to lay. So I said, OK. Let's do it this way, then.
Henry... Wel, if only he knew that the DH had given him the green light to Papahood. Less than 24 hours after the DH said, "Oh, let her hatch a couple," Henry raised a
big welt on the DH's leg. I myself have had a few challenges from Henry, but picking him up, carrying him around, then doing a "victory lap' afterward has mostly made him very mild-mannered around me. (Also it is very fun for me). I had not gone into detail with the DH on all this though, and Henry latched onto DH's leg and would not let go when I was not around. DH "didn't want to hurt him." I have since given DH a printout of the patented, award-winning Olive Hill Primer on Goose Schooling. This document is a BYC thread where a poster said, in part, that it was her fault that her goose attacked her because she had worn sparkly shoes. Olive said (to paraphrase) something like it didn't matter if she had worn bright pink fuzzy goose-eating shoes with 24 carat sparkly diamonds on the soles, the behavior was unacceptable. I explained this to the DH, at which point he said, "Yes! That's what I want! Bright pink fuzzy goose eating shoes! Where can I get a pair of those?" LOL.
Anyway, I don't believe he's actually read the info yet. Also he hasn't been out in the chicken/gooser area again. He'll have to go eventually, since the lawn tractor is in the barn out there...

I'm going to have to go out with him and coach him through it I guess. Henry is of course really a marshmallow. Once you pick him up a few times.