- Apr 6, 2012
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Hi!
I am from a city and married a rancher almost 8 years ago. Now we spend most of the time at a house I bought where my daughter & my grandkids live. It was SO fun having bantams (because of all the scary rooster stories I had heard) guinea fowls and geese. I had a Canada gosling - really I think they are the most peaceful & quiestest of all the geese. But after a couple of months I was overwhelmed with the 24/7 gosling with diapers. I ordered 2 Chinese Geese. When I look back, they were the most interesting - they were always up to something. But mean - oooh - these two were MEAN. My first bite was the girl when I was at the faucet trying to get fill their bowl up with clean water. I wonder if someone stabbing you could hurt worse. Oh my goodness, a wasp sting is nothing compared to a full blown goose bite. It was 2 months before the back of my arm felt smooth. It seems like the bite (with those little dinosaur teeth and then maybe jerk their head to the side) had torn my flesh under the skin away from the surrounding flesh. You could feel under my skin and that's exactly what it felt like. And it was bright red - like a bright red tattoo. I had NO idea that they could hurt you so much. And sneaky - just sneak up behind you and OMG deliver the pain!! I actually started (like others have said) not letting them nibble at me, as cute as it seems.
Remembering I was a city girl, please don't judge too harshly. I cried from that bite. Then I went in one of the many sheds and got my husband's axe. I ran after the goose, swinging the axe over and over. My mother-in-law (seems that family living all around you is part of the deal of living on a ranch) called me on my cell phone which I was told to always keep with me, in case I fell, or whatever. She strongly recommended that I stop wildly swinging an axe as I ran. Ooop - I had no idea then how much time she spent looking over at our place, haha! I put the axe away and the Chinese goose had gone in the goose pen, where their food was. I corned her, grabbed her throat - that's the easiest I think - and I never (even then) applied pressure. I wasn't choking her by any means, as much as I wanted to... Then I put my arms around her wings and picked her up. I put in the back of my car and took her to a family my husband was friends with - they took her after listening to my hysterical story. I think they liked me at first because they were sick of all the old stories they had told since all their grandparents were kids and I ran from a calf because I thought it was trying to bite me (I had a large calf milk bottle in my hand.) Yes, I was a big source of jokes. The gander ended up getting so bad that if I walked outside I carried a broom - even then there were many times that I would get in one side of my car and climb over the gear shift to the other side, get out and run up the steps to the door. People used to ask me, do you still run to your car. ugh When he started "flying-jumping" up over the broom to get me, I called the people who had geese and he was reunited with his partner.
The Canada goose (I had the required Migratory Bird paper from the seller) never turned mean like that. But she was a goose too, not a gander. I am so sorry for your bite(s). Yes, they are unbelievably painful!!
Trisha (violets812)
I am from a city and married a rancher almost 8 years ago. Now we spend most of the time at a house I bought where my daughter & my grandkids live. It was SO fun having bantams (because of all the scary rooster stories I had heard) guinea fowls and geese. I had a Canada gosling - really I think they are the most peaceful & quiestest of all the geese. But after a couple of months I was overwhelmed with the 24/7 gosling with diapers. I ordered 2 Chinese Geese. When I look back, they were the most interesting - they were always up to something. But mean - oooh - these two were MEAN. My first bite was the girl when I was at the faucet trying to get fill their bowl up with clean water. I wonder if someone stabbing you could hurt worse. Oh my goodness, a wasp sting is nothing compared to a full blown goose bite. It was 2 months before the back of my arm felt smooth. It seems like the bite (with those little dinosaur teeth and then maybe jerk their head to the side) had torn my flesh under the skin away from the surrounding flesh. You could feel under my skin and that's exactly what it felt like. And it was bright red - like a bright red tattoo. I had NO idea that they could hurt you so much. And sneaky - just sneak up behind you and OMG deliver the pain!! I actually started (like others have said) not letting them nibble at me, as cute as it seems.
Remembering I was a city girl, please don't judge too harshly. I cried from that bite. Then I went in one of the many sheds and got my husband's axe. I ran after the goose, swinging the axe over and over. My mother-in-law (seems that family living all around you is part of the deal of living on a ranch) called me on my cell phone which I was told to always keep with me, in case I fell, or whatever. She strongly recommended that I stop wildly swinging an axe as I ran. Ooop - I had no idea then how much time she spent looking over at our place, haha! I put the axe away and the Chinese goose had gone in the goose pen, where their food was. I corned her, grabbed her throat - that's the easiest I think - and I never (even then) applied pressure. I wasn't choking her by any means, as much as I wanted to... Then I put my arms around her wings and picked her up. I put in the back of my car and took her to a family my husband was friends with - they took her after listening to my hysterical story. I think they liked me at first because they were sick of all the old stories they had told since all their grandparents were kids and I ran from a calf because I thought it was trying to bite me (I had a large calf milk bottle in my hand.) Yes, I was a big source of jokes. The gander ended up getting so bad that if I walked outside I carried a broom - even then there were many times that I would get in one side of my car and climb over the gear shift to the other side, get out and run up the steps to the door. People used to ask me, do you still run to your car. ugh When he started "flying-jumping" up over the broom to get me, I called the people who had geese and he was reunited with his partner.
The Canada goose (I had the required Migratory Bird paper from the seller) never turned mean like that. But she was a goose too, not a gander. I am so sorry for your bite(s). Yes, they are unbelievably painful!!
Trisha (violets812)