The geese are one of those mysteries I refuse to call coincidence:
LW mentioned a couple of weeks ago that she’d like to try raising geese. She wasn’t sure how to get started. We don’t know anyone who raises geese locally and the hatcheries that service our area don’t offer goose eggs.
On Saturday, two fellows from Kitimat who were out for a drive scoping out old tractors stopped in at our place to enquire about the relic in our neighbour’s yard. They and LW chatted for about an hour. In the course of their conversation, Bob mentioned his flock of 40 geese. And yes, he’d be happy to sell us a pair.
Monday we drove to Kitimat to visit Bob’s flock.
Bob netted two geese—theoretically a male and a female.
We crated them for the two-and-a-half-hour drive.
By the time we got home, the gander (we think) had poked his head out to inspect the new surroundings, while the goose (we might have this all wrong) eyed us suspiciously from inside the crate.
We’re housing them temporarily in the (empty) pig pen, which they seem to enjoy. The goose relaxed enough to present us with a lovely big egg Tuesday morning.
LW fried it up for her birthday breakfast yesterday. It filled the pan.
Bob gave us a dozen eggs for hatching, which our neighbours generously agreed to put into their incubator. With any luck, in 28 to 35 days, we’ll have goslings.
LW promises to keep her flock out of my flower beds. I’ll let you know how it goes.