10 months ago
Monday, August 21, 2006
My next door neighbor got a baby goose! I am in love, and desperately trying to stifle my urge to run out to the feed store today and get one of my own! I adore them.
I grew up loving geese
- and they are very different than ducks. Geese don't stoop to eating snails and slugs as ducks do, but they do love anything green and will strip the grass and tender foliage from all landscaping as effectively as a goat would.
If acquired very young, the gosling will become "imprinted" on its care giver, following one around everywhere, treating him/her as his mother, in fact being socially bonded for life. They will happily share whatever food you happen to be eating, and especially love treats of peanutbutter & jelly sandwiches, and lettuce. Geese can be quite affectionate, and make good pets if you have a nice lawn area. Unfortunately one of the unpleasant aspects of owning a goose is the constant fertilizer effect, which can be a problem if you like to walk around barefoot, or have a cement patio or pool (water serves as a natural laxative)!
My favorite is the white chinese goose. They have a fleshy knob at the base of their bill, and a gracefully long slender neck. Their piercingly blue eyes miss nothing, and they are great watchdogs, however, if you aren't fond of the alarm cry (a rather loud oinking noise) then perhaps owning a goose isn't for you.
Why would anyone want to own a goose? Geese have been known to have a habit of biting people, (strangers, or people they don't like) often standing innocently by until one's back is turned, at which time they strike like lightning, silently running up with their neck parallel to the ground. Often going for the ankle or calf, they bite and then twist their head, causing their saw-like teeth to grind and bruise. At the same time, the wing will whack hard on whatever body part they can reach - causing a painful blow.
I've gone for many years without owning one. But when I held that little tiny bundle of yellow fluff and heard the whistling peeps of the little gosling, all the bad reasons flew away. It was a good thing I had to give it back and go home.