In the spring of 2005, Doug bought a pair of goslings. A male and a female. The following spring the female started laying eggs, and hatched 11 goslings. Unfortunately, one died a few days later, drowned in a basin of water. We lost two more last year, one succumbed to injuries sustained from who knows where, and one got eaten by a predator. Last month we lost three in a span of two weeks, most likely the victims of a hungry coyote.
Early this year, the geese started to separate into three distinct family units. We only discovered this fact when we started putting them in two pens (we did not want to lose any more to the coyote!). In one pen, there were four geese and in the other, three geese. One goose, a male, in the pen of four, was always being pecked on by the others. He managed to squeeze himself out of the pen one night, and the first thought that came to Doug's mind, when he saw the dented gate and one missing goose, was that a coyote had manage to grab the goose from the pen!
Doug was so angry that day that he ordered some traps, traps that are illegal in California! But the funny thing was, the goose had escaped from the pen! He couldn't put up with the pecking from the other geese any more.
It became apparent to us that this lonely goose had lost his mates to the coyote. No wonder the other geese did not want to have anything to do with him because he belonged to another family unit. We let this goose stay in the fenced area in our back patio, and there he has been for a while now.
This is where our friend, Cory, comes into the picture.
Cory stayed in our trailer parked at the side of our house, one weekend, to help us watch our geese while we visited our other home in Los Osos. He called us daily to update us with the well-being of the geese and informed us that he had befriended the lonely goose. They're buddies now, he said.
I am still amazed at how Cory is able to tame this goose! He calls the goose over, the goose goes over to him. He pats the goose as he would a dog!
However, don't for one minute believe that the goose is as friendly with just anyone! He still puts his neck out and tries to chase anyone he doesn't like! Duncan, my 5-year-old, has been pecked by a goose or another many times!
This particular goose came after me yesterday. I was trying to let it out of the fenced patio area since we had fenced off the entrance where a coyote could have entered the backyard. But the stupid goose instead charged at me and managed to peck me on my knee! And it kept charging at me! You should have heard me scream! This is the first time I'd been bitten by a goose!
Those are pets! No matter how vicious they can be!
And they've been very good about providing us with eggs that Doug has turned into salted eggs. Yummy, best eaten with rice porridge!