When I left for town this morning to meet a friend for coffee, rain was coming down fairly steadily. Before I even got much farther than to the end of our driveway, it had turned to snow. That was a little before 10 a.m. and although the temp was in the low 30s, it continued to snow most of the day. Coming home the highway was covered in a thick layer of slush . . . slippery slush. I was glad to be back home safe and sound (okay, safe anyway) by noon.
Late this afternoon when we went out to round up the ducks and geese, feed them their grain dinner and tuck them away safely in their respective pens for the night, they were all paddling around in the pond.
For the very first time (I'm sure just to play mind games with us), the ducks came in first. The geese always are the first ones into the yard for some grain.
Despite our plans to do so, we did not get the new waterfowl house constructed this year. But we did make some good changes to the various pens we had for the different groups of ducks and geese and arranged them in kind of a square with a center "courtyard" in the middle.
Even though all eight of the remaining geese could fit comfortably into either of two of the bigger structures, they all seem to prefer sorting themselves out and going into the houses they are used to. Above some of them are starting to go to their own house. (The ducks were already fed and closed up in their one big pen.)
Our three oldest geese, a gander and his two girlfriends, occupy this pen.
It's a good feeling knowing that even though we don't yet have the ultimate housing arrangement we want for them, everyone will be cozy and well protected all winter.
Sheep inside, outside, downside, upside
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