Not that everything we're doing is really sensible. Like this:
What on earth would possess theoretically sane people to acquire new geese, I hear you cry?
How about blind, pigheaded hopefulness? The sequence goes like this:
Our tick population has skyrocketed- up like 10x from any year in the past 30.
Lyme disease is a real possibility here.
Guinea fowl are universally recommended for tick control, though it's anecdotal info. The number of negative anecdotes, though, is tiny.
Guineas have to be acquired at babies- transplanted adults just fly away.
Baby guineas are pretty vulnerable to lots of things, including hypothermia and raccoons.
Adult geese can be moved, and are known to kind of adopt any birdlets in need- sometimes.
Geese take care of themselves. Pretty much. Sort of.
Since we need to get guineas (taking 4 ticks a day off Smidgen, and 10 a day off Bruce, and it's not slowing down) - why not get geese too?
And, here we are at the local animal swap- and here's this lovely pair of - uh -
well, obviously, these are Buff Saddleback Pomeranian geese. Which I'd never heard of, making them irresistible, of course- a mated pair, the goose all broody and laying yesterday...
Who could ask for anything more?
And isn't that the most logically compelling chain of statements you've ever run into?
These pics, incidentally, are in our apple orchard- see the sod? :-) And, obviously, that's a Golden Russet the geese are penned under.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Well, no. The female was unpennable. Escaped, was chased (Bruce was actually useful) and recaptured, after dark sometimes, about 8 times. Finally succeeded in truly escaping, and hasn't been seen for 5 days now. It may be she was desperate to lay an egg, in hiding somewhere- or back home- and just hit the road.
The gander we still have. No baby guineas available for a month yet. Bruce and Marco (the gander) seem to be coming to terms, gradually.
Otherwise- our soil has finally dried out enough so I can get on the tractor- and till! What?? Yep, for tree planting. Just a little. Painfully aware of the expensive diesel being burned in the process.
Back to work.