2005apr12. Goose Log, Day 9: Breakthrough. The geese will no longer peck at our fingers. Not for eating, not for just being in their face. And I was all up ins. “No? Don’t want? How about the pinky? It’s extra meaty ... ” All four of them refuse to snack on me. This makes me feel better about our Total Goose Future. Of course, if you visit, bring some extra limbs. I'll be all like “oh god, save me from the intruders who I didn’t invite over for that potluck dinner via a ’mass’ email.” After you set the casserole down, naturally.
It all happened at the same time – it wasn’t like one goose learned not to, and the rest were still doing it -- they must have had a little meeting while I was gone. Powerpoint.
Only go for eyes; proven weak point
Tomorrow: stapling chicken wire to porch for Temporary Pen III. Total redneck action. Totally up to code [FX: waves TEN DOLLARS under your sad-ass guvmint inspectin’ nose]. They don’t get to go into the coop and yard until they know how to fend for themselves from air aggressors. The main tree in the cooped-out yard actually has hosted what appeared to be the same hawk a few times, so this isn’t idle speculation. That’s one Jim Dandy tasting reason I love it out here -- there is actual nature all around me all the time, unless I’m in my vehicular conveyance, then I have to buckle them all into the passenger seat.