and the geese are getting fat, as the Guy Fawkes rhyme goes. Mine are, so they’re lucky I plan on never eating them. But the spring grass is in with a vengeance and I’m still waiting for goslings. All four of the girls sat at intervals over October, with a net result of nothing. Currently three are sitting again, and I have a feeling that the outcome could be nothing once more. Oh, well. They’re here as watchgeese, if they keep doing that job as efficiently as usual they’re safe from me at Xmas, but I would still like a few goslings.
Christmas is coming
26 November 2014
and the geese are getting fat, as the Guy Fawkes rhyme goes. Mine are, so they’re lucky I plan on never eating them. But the spring grass is in with a vengeance and I’m still waiting for goslings. All four of the girls sat at intervals over October, with a net result of nothing. Currently three are sitting again, and I have a feeling that the outcome could be nothing once more. Oh, well. They’re here as watchgeese, if they keep doing that job as efficiently as usual they’re safe from me at Xmas, but I would still like a few goslings.