I only say that Mondays are the best because weekends are full of drama. Drama, drama, drama. I'm done with weekends! Monday is the day that the pace slows down. A slower pace is just fine by me.
Three geese gone between Friday night and early Sunday morning from apparent fox attacks. Two of these nests were right up against the house too.
Yesterday it was time to move all the nests into the chicken corral. Not an easy task...when geese are sitting on them. Geese are not very willing to give up their spots, or have their eggs moved, no matter how much you hype up the new location with amenities (corn and water).
Female Handler is known among the geese as the Queen of Corn. She handled the treats, dropping them along the path to the corral, and Male Handler moved eggs and nests. Much to his surprise, one nest was chirping!
One goose rejected the new spot and did not return to her eggs. The other goose couldn't find her nest, or couldn't believe that her nest moved. She spent the evening poking the wire trying to figure out where an opening might be.
The third "chirping" nest was discovered by its Mamma goose who promptly sat on the new gosling. The Handlers were worried about the overcrowding in the corral, but knew the chances of survival were far greater than out in the open right now.
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