2005apr21. As is the general case around here, a mine explosive just went off in the distance. The geese had no reaction to it, I thought they might have found it a little strange. Maybe since they’re California geese, they’re used to strange little shakes from the ground. They’re now pretty much officially too big for the Babyjail™, so I’m tightening up the pen (while they’re inside it) to keep out predators. The battery-powered screwdriver doesn’t scare them either. And yet ... yet ... somehow when I leave Casati whines for a good five minutes, but when I come back and enter the pen, it’s all crazy chaos and running away. I think they like me, but I’m too big. Rarrrr.
