I had raised Dodi and Cheryl(my nephew named them) from goslings along with a third. I had to put the third one down when it developed a horrible neurological condition. That strengthened my connection with the other two. I always wondered why people kept geese because they're often quite mean as the get older. These geese were my best farm friends. They would jump up in my lap and give me goose hugs and kisses. I'd give them dandelions and we'd talk about our days.
|Day I brought the little fuzzballs home.|
|They always made me this happy!|
As they got older, they did get mean to most other people. They pretty much were only nice to my step-dad and me. If the target of their aggression would stand their ground, the geese would usually back off. Their aggression wasn't limited to humans and included dogs and goats and most other birds. None of that mattered a whit to me. I still loved them. They would always greet me when I came home from work or any time I walked outside. Tonight, it was very, very quiet when I got home.
|This was when they still liked Chad|
|Here's the awkward stage between fuzz and feathers|
|Cheryl before she got her bump on her bill|
|He doesn't turn his back on them any more. There's Chipmunk who we also lost last year.|
|Cheryl sometimes didn't mind the paparazzi|
|But when she did....|
|Well, she let you know!|
|Here's a beautiful picture of them taken by our good friend Cherie Helman|