2005apr11. The goslings are outdoors today, but safely in their Babyjail™ with a chunk o’ chickenwire over the top in case they’re visited by a hawk. It’s their first time outside, and the peeping abruptly stopped when they got their first glob of sunlight ... then excited chattering. They seem more content outside, but unfortunately the temperature drops enough at night that they can only hang outside during the day. When adults, geese will cause significant dropoffs in the local insect population, but right now, they’re sort of mystified by ’em. The Toulouse I’m beginning to feel are a few days behind the Sebastopols, or just more free ’n’ easygoing. The alpha gosling (a Sebastopol) is fascinated by flies, to the point where it will climb over other geese repeatedly just to get a closer look at one that’s circling the babyjail. But if it happens to land somewhere within striking distance, it’s best to just stare at it and wait for it to take off again. Then, more intense deadly scrutiny.
