There is nothing like a super soft goose down pillow, comforter or vest. When I was in KC this winter, and the temperatures were at zero, the geese were sitting on the frozen pond without a care in the world warm as could be, thanks to their down feathers.
Today however when L, J and I all arrived home at the same time we noticed two, yes TWO, hawks sitting in the pasture area just outside the yard fence.
I guess a giant white bird who couldn't fly might have been an easier target than brown chickens or Daffy the mallard drake. Poor Goosey.
J took her 'departure' better than he did with Aflac, because Goosey was always more apprehensive about interacting with the humans once she figured out she was really a fowl.
I suppose this will confirm if she was the one laying the giant white eggs.
I'd better bake a cake while I still have some of her eggs left. Aunt Gladys always said that there was never a better cake than one made with a duck egg. I hoping the same might apply to goose eggs.
I proposed that we build a 'safer' area for the chickens to stay during the day. L didn't go for the idea. He quickly saw through my 'we' and knew that would really mean 'him' building another fenced in area. He said he'd rather buy more chickens.