The geese are absolutely fantastic. I know I go on about them but I just didn't realize just how fabulous they were before. If I had to choose only one breed of poultry to raise hands-down it would be geese. But I couldn't eat them. I just...can't.
They are a RIGHT.IN.YOUR.FACE. kinda animal.
I respect that.
Whether it's because they are larger than any other poultry we have or they are just predispositioned to be fearless of huge beings with forward facing eyes, they are the complete opposite of any other barnyard animal I've owned thus far.
Even after having them for 4 weeks, sitting with them for hours and giving them treats, the goats weren't even a tenth as friendly as these guys.
I've named them Sam and Jam (I reserve the right to change Jam's name later). Both are non-gender-specific names since I still can't tell what sex they are. And I have to call them something. "Here geesey geesey!" or "goose, goose, goose" just isn't working for me.
Today when I was out chopping up beet greens and lettuces from the garden into their blue swimming pool for their afternoon snack my two guys started biting me.
It didn't hurt, not really. But I had to come in to check if they were loving me or warning me.
Geese can be mean, it's one of the reasons I got them.
Apparently, nibbling is a sign of affection.
They love me, they really love me.
I love them too.
I share your affection for the geese. They are my favorite too. The Pekin ducks are a close second.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure they love you. You gave them a swim and tasty greens. Best goose mom ever.