So I was working my day job yesterday, and Tom let me know that the white hen behind the gate that I thought was nesting was actually stuck there. He managed to save her and thought she would make it. He also let me know that the goslings had hatched but also that one of the adult geese was missing. He looked everywhere and could not find the missing goose. This morning I went on the search. In it, I found a dead adult healthy looking Araucana hen so I was spooked that this story wouldn’t end well. After searching for a while, I finally found her. She was in a crevice in the hay in the hay barn.
Here is the size of the hole she was in. It is in the lower left of the photo.
So I feel just sick. She must have snuck in when I was feeding hay on Friday and got lock in without access to water and with exposure to high heat. Not a good way to die. But in some consolation, the goslings are awfully cute.
The remaining geese are looking after them quite well.
Nothing cuter than a baby goose. Here they are drinking water.
At this point I cannot imagine eating them for Christmas dinner. It is partially because of their cuteness and partially feeling guilty about their aunt’s death.