To celebrate new additions to my flock. Yesterday, I drove across the Cascade Mountains to pick up a 6 year old Pomeranian gander and a 9 month old Pomeranian goose from Holderread. The gander has a lovely temperament. He looked around, said, "OK, then" and has strolled around exploring. He's pretty much ignored me. He moves off slightly and watches me without any alarm. The poor little goose is convinced I am going to grab her, stuff her into a small box, and drive her over windy, bumpy mountain roads for hours. She doesn't want anything to do with me and moves away quickly, watching me suspiciously. Both of them are noticeably slimmer than my geese. Since Holderread knows what he is doing, that is probably the proper weight and mine are probably too fat.