We had a gosling for the afternoon on friday. Mema caught a crow attacking the poor little goose and called us to bring it home. He was pretty shaken, but not hurt. By dinner time he had eaten a pretty big plate of peas and lettuce and had calmed down enough to start perusing the living room. Unluckily for the goose (who was named "Duck" by H), he kept pooping all over, so it was a quick trip back to the pond. He wasn't limping and I was able to locate his family easily. I think he's going to be fine....
Here's T cuddling the little fellow. I read that birds don't have a developed enough sense of smell to smell humans on their babies, but that the mothers know how many babies they have. That last bit was really what made me bring him back sooner than I might have. I didn't want his mama honking all over for the little guy! T was very gentle and got bored of sitting still and being quiet in a pretty short time.
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