If you have attended any of my talks about geese, you’ve probably heard me mention our first pair of geese. My husband’s son asked for geese as a graduation gift many years ago now, and we got two Chinese goslings in the mail a few weeks later. We did zero research except for some memories of geese from my childhood.
Mr and Mrs Goose imprinted right away and were delightful to raise, following us around and honking for attention. We dug a small (messy) pond in our backyard just for them and spoiled them at every turn.
After a year, Mr. Goose disappeared. Either he was hit by a car or an eagle grabbed him, we were never sure but both were close by threats at our home at that time. Mrs Goose mourned him long and loud.
After a few weeks of constant crying (while I searched the internet for a suitable friend), Mrs Goose decided that my husband, Patrick, was the one for her. Suddenly no project outside could be done without her standing six inches away from him, eagerly awaiting any attention. The need for a new feathered companion grew more urgent.
Finally we found Rupert, a fluffy Sebastopol gander that we brought home. While Rupert and Mrs Goose never really bonded deeply with each other, they were the start of a flock that grew the next spring, and then next, until now we have over twenty geese. And yes, both are still part of the flock, and Mrs Goose is very happy with all her feathered friends.