It just so happens that we have an extra gander, one wandering around with no name because he was supposed to end up on the Thanksgiving table. Fate, on behalf of said gander, intervened and he lived to see Christmas, Valentine's Day, a couple of family birthdays, Memorial Day . . . well, you get the idea. So we decided to send this handsome fellow to Swamp River Ridge to see if he and Tallulah would find true love.
Yesterday was his day of departure.
Here he is, strutting (waddling) around the poultry pasture, unaware of what was to befall him. Our daughter was to stop by on her way home from a town day to pick him up yesterday evening. Roy and I thought we would give a try at corralling him and having him ready in the transport cage when she arrived.
With slightly ruffled feathers, but none the worse for wear, he was ready for the pick-up by our daughter.
Here he's being loaded up for his very first truck ride. (Doesn't look too eager, does he?)
Securing the cage with cables so his cage doesn't bounce all over in the back of the truck.
We've had several reports today and the goose now known as "Shettie" (he's a Shetland goose) is seemingly very content in his new home surroundings although there have as of yet been no noticeable sparks flying between him and Tallulah. These things take time.