A nice man from Catalina came and got the goose friends on Saturday afternoon. His wife works with Habitat for Humanity and he works for another non-profit that helps people get back on their feet. So, a decent fellow ...

He was interested in the geese not only because he thought his kids would get a kick out of them – he came to get the geese during the kids’ naptime, so they’d have a surprise when they woke up – but because he knew that they can be territorial. He wants that. I think he has some d o p e y d a w g s who aren’t as sentinel-esque as he’d like.

I managed to catch all four geese by myself. I dressed for it – rubber gloves, boots, play clothes. They were squawking and crying -- literally sad tears crying ... and oh so much SLOBBER – and running around frantically. I used one of the big ol’ red towels in a toro-toro manoeuvre to sedate them. Once I was over top of them with the towel, they each gave up ... hunkered down, whimpering. It was heartbreaking. I wrapped them up in the towel so they couldn’t scratch me, and put them in uhaul boxes and taped the lids shut. I put spinach in the boxes for them.

I caught Lono last and gave her extra strokes and hugs – I felt the saddest about letting her go. She was very receptive to affection once she was in my arms. I made cooing noises next to her head and gave her extra spinach. I almost changed my mind right there – but, I know it doesn’t make sense for them to be home lonely all day.

He wrote me this morning that they’re slowly getting used to the new yard – but it’s kinda big for them. They stick within a 6 foot radius of their food and water. I hope their curiosity kicks in ...

But, his kids are thrilled and the geese have a good home, so it’s all ok by me.

-- Molly.