A Girl and Her Goose


Confessions of a Cracked EggThis weekend, we celebrated our 6th homesteading anniversary. It is so hard to believe it has been that long already! Farming has been a great blessing to us, not only for financial and economic reasons, but also for those lessons that “normal” life just can’t teach you. All children learn the lessons of both life and death, but farm kids have a unique connection with both that you just can’t get from a goldfish in a city flat. Such is the life of our three little farmers. Macey is our oldest; she just turned eleven and amazes me daily with her quiet nature, soft touch, and connection with the animals. They all love her, but no animal more than Lucky the Goose.

March this year brought a flurry of activity, as usual. Chicks hatching, goats kidding, bottle babies everywhere, ducks on nests, and geese guarding their clutch of eggs. It’s a wonderful time, a busy and very tiring time, one where the whole family has to contribute in some aspect of daily operation just to stay on top of things. One such duty for Macey was to check the mothers on nests and report on any hatching activity. We have chickens, guineas, ducks, and geese scattered around several areas of our front five acres.

Nesting geese

Macey came back one day to report that our goslings were already hatched! The Momma goose had four little goslings parading around behind her, already walking down to the pond. I ran out with her to see them myself. After a while of us laughing at the babies' feeble attempts at walking, scavenging, and encountering the pond, we headed to the barn to feed the goats. We were just finishing when I noticed Macey was very distracted. She kept tilting her head and looking under things. She said she heard peeping, but there was nothing in the barn stalls that should be peeping. She kept looking, though, and found a lone, little gosling laying on its back in a locked stall, furiously kicking the air as he tried to right himself. How odd to find that little fella there, alone. No cracked egg, no other hatchlings or Mom guarding him. Alone and abandoned. Macey instantly scooped him up and held him close. She declared that his bad Momma needed a talking to for leaving him behind, and she headed off towards the pond to deliver him to her herself.

Lucky at birth

Imagine our surprise when Momma goose chased us away from the pond, screeching and flogging the backs of our legs when we tried setting him down with her! We thought she was protecting him, but the poor little gosling was not wanted by her. Once she ran us off, she turned her aggression on him, stomping, hissing, and biting at him with her bill. Macey ran to him — with Momma goose chasing and pecking at her the whole way — scooped up the baby, and took off straight to the house ... Which is where little, baby goose was when her Daddy got home. Andrew wasn’t so happy to find a goose in the house, but, honestly, he wasn’t surprised either. Our kiddo’s have a habit of bringing typically non-traditional pets inside the house. Dogs, cats, guinea pigs, sure. But frogs, chickens, crickets, geese? Yep, that’s just how we roll here!

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