I am happy to say my goose has stuck around. She promenades swanlike over the water, swimming in small ovals. It is as though she knows she is at her most elegant when she is on the water displaying her red eyes and her large bustle. Take that Bjork!
The goose community has been very free with it’s advice to me on this bird who appeared in my yard three weeks ago. I am reliably informed that these geese are not sexually dimorphic (the sexes look the same) but I believe, or choose to believe, I have a girlbird. I know my hens. Gloria will tell you. It has been a surprise, by the way, to discover these people who have had geese as pets and enjoyed them so much. They described keeping geese on the screen porch and even in the house. A bird person I am but hmmm. They have suggested I get a companion for my goose. Another large and unruly turkey for this small yard? I already have one bumping into me, daubing my pant leg with pond scum and stepping on my shoes.
She was raised by someone I am told. But she has left that life behind. She may one day fall to a predator or some other danger but she owns her life and chooses her friends now. One day she might find a mate and colonize North America with her goslings. I will not eat her, which was suggested, or interfere except to be her friend, offer her some of Gloria’s leftover seeds and talk to her, which makes her vibrate.
Yes, I have named her. She is: