2005apr07. The geese (two Toulouse, two Sebastopols) were hatched on Monday and shipped ”Priority” Mail to our local Post Office in a small box with breathing holes. “Have you heard my package?” The Toulouse we suspected of having spraddle legs was just a little slow coming out of the gate, since it apparently spent most of the journey upside-down with its beak jammed into the cardboard, poor little undetermined sex gosling. The three other geese and the temporary ducks (now with 4-H) would pick on it, but now it gives as good as it gets and it seems like everyone’s settled down. It looked up at me when I was talking to it today, there’s just one Toulouse left to cross this tiny milestone. They will all “talk” with us and follow fingers to “new” food and water when the set-up is changed. They've been moved from my baling gum-chewing wire double-box set-up to a playpen. The girlfriend informs me that all playpens are now called “playyards” and this el-cheapo model came with a CD jack and holding case to hook on the side. They are happy with the grass we’ve provided, but what they don’t know is that there’s about one square foot of grass left on this entire lot, the rest of it is dead. So if you want to mail a FedEx package full of grass, I’m your guy.
