is still a big problem for me. About one week ago we had a goose that couldn’t stand up and walk well. She kept tipping forward. I moved her into the chicken pen and placed food, water and hay in front of her. Each day she would move away, and I would have to reposition her nutrients. This morning I found her caught behind the chicken food can gasping for air. So I called Tom to come put her down. I was going to stay and watch so I could learn how to do it in case Tom is not around sometime. But I was crying so hard Tom asked me to leave saying he not to worry, he would always be around. So I failed miserably in my lesson in Euthanasia. But the goose is out of her misery thanks to Tom.
P.S. The above photo is of the remaining geese and of hungry sheep eyes. Their hay feeding was slightly delayed by the goose killing.
P.P.S. Warning this is a rare double blog post day. Stay tuned for “Mean Birds”. I did not want to imply that this poor goose was a mean bird, because she wasn’t.