I am a veterinary technician, and yesterday someone brought a gosling to my workplace. He said he had found it all alone running around at a park. I havent the slightest idea what kind it is- but it is absolutely adorable. I didnt get much sleep last night, because my idea of keeping it in a basket or a brooder with a heat lamp didnt go over at all. The baby cried all evening while in our hospital incubator- so I held it every chance I got. Once home, it has been either on my lap, or in my hair ever since. Finding it difficult to get my chores done, lol. I have a few goose questions, if you all could please help. I have a muscovy-cross duckling in my house and a special-needs black east indie. They are now about four weeks old. They eat and eat and eat- and have since they were hatched. This gosling? Not so much. If my hair was nutritional, he would be stuffed full- but getting it to understand crumbles has been different. It eats a few bites, then its done. I let the gosling watch them eat, but no worries- I wouldnt even attempt to put this little baby in with them. The BEI is very aggressive toward anything except its Muscovy buddy and us humans- and they are a zillion times larger than this baby. Do goslings not each as much as ducklings? I know many have raised a gosling up indoors. I am wondering how do you get anything accomplished? I think I need to wear a fanny pack or a sling- just to put the baby in. Is there anything outstanding away from basic needs that I should know? I have raised up multiple clutches of ducklings, so if goose needs are the same, I should be okay. The little thing cant be very old. No feathers coming in. About the size of a softball, or a large orange. Classic brown and yellow, grey feet, black beak. My husband wanted to return it to the park in the hopes that he could reunite it with its parents. lol. I told them that geese dont print out posters of their kids saying, "Have you seen this gosling?" lol, so he would have no idea where it belonged and it would be killed. So, it is here on my lap, and my little dog had to scoot over. edit to add some pictures: I sat her/him on the chair to take a picture, and terrified my little dog..Monster Goose, lol..: blurry, but "Henry" was trying to get back to me: telling all about the injustices of being an orphan: The lighting seems off, I couldnt get the flash proper..the second picture shows dark legs. They are NOT dark.