Well, we knew we had no more chicks coming, but we were expecting another shipment of goslings. So in to town went my husband (the soon-to-be waterfowl magnate of the north woods) to pick up the last of the ordered goslings for this year.
Upon opening the box, we found five of them rarin' and ready to be out and settled in their new surroundings. Unfortunately, one of them (a female, of course -- drat!) didn't make it.
Boy howdy, did they have a thirst! Which was soon remedied by a guzzle or two of delicious, clean water.
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I don't think I ever updated you all on the outcome of our older Mama Goose who had been sitting on a clutch of eggs. We let her go a few days beyond what should have been the longest gestation period of the eggs.
Then one morning when she went down to the pond for her morning stretch, Papa Pea uncovered the nest which she always covered when she left for her brief outside excursions morning and afternoon. He was fairly sure he had at one time seen a clutch of 4-5 eggs, but found only one . . . and some egg shells. What happened to the other eggs? Had she eaten them?
Upon taking the remaining egg out, he found it to be very, very rotten. So that was the end of homestead-hatched goslings for this year.
We still have a Cayuga duck sitting on a nest. Her eggs are supposed to hatch this coming Sunday or Monday. Our fingers are crossed she's more successful than the goose was.