So I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that when I went to a family gathering last week, my family members were not in the least bit surprised that I showed up with a trio of fuzzy friends:
And mind you, it's not right around the corner (5 hours w/o detours to p/u goslings) and no farmers in the family, think I'm the only one who has a veggie garden. But mom & sis embraced the op to meet the goslings, (who are freaking adorable of course). And sis helped come up w names: looks like "Snap", "Crackle", and "Pop" are gona stick. And sis, who is not a bird person at all, is now talking about driving the 5 hours to come w me to chickenstock!! I'll believe it when I see it, but it's a big deal that she's even talking about it! Leave it to a few peeping goslings to convert a hard-core non bird person, lol. Love goslings! Love them!
And mind you, it's not right around the corner (5 hours w/o detours to p/u goslings) and no farmers in the family, think I'm the only one who has a veggie garden. But mom & sis embraced the op to meet the goslings, (who are freaking adorable of course). And sis helped come up w names: looks like "Snap", "Crackle", and "Pop" are gona stick. And sis, who is not a bird person at all, is now talking about driving the 5 hours to come w me to chickenstock!! I'll believe it when I see it, but it's a big deal that she's even talking about it! Leave it to a few peeping goslings to convert a hard-core non bird person, lol. Love goslings! Love them!