The long-anticipated snow storm dumped overnight. We didn’t get nearly the amount of snow that had been predicted, but it’s moisture and we’ll take it.
The geese, hatched last May, had not seen more than a dusting of snow before this storm. The cold doesn’t seem to bother them–they live inside feather pillows–but the deep powder snow confused them.
We pen them up at night and each morning they clamor to be let out. Usually they attempt a flight or two and settle down with a fresh bucket of water. This morning’s launch didn’t go so well.
I will give them this: they are hard-headed. All but one made it around the hoop house to the goat pen (they love taunting the goats). But they were exhausted. Little girl blue (the color of her leg band) foundered in the snow. R had to carry her back to the pen. I herded the rest of the flock back with a broom and penned them back up.
That didn’t silence the complaining, of course. A head of lettuce mollified them for a while.
In the afternoon the sun came out and we let the geese back into the garden. Naturally they had to congregate by the goat gate. Which only meant the goats started issuing their own complaints. We gave the goats some wilted roses to make up for it. Silence around here is a fleeting blessing that I gladly purchase with grain and cat treats. When you can get it in trade for compost-makings, it’s a win all around.
It’s clearing off, going to be cold tonight, everyone will need an extra ration of grain before dark. R loaded up wood for the stove a couple days ago. We’ve got a ham in the oven and some football to watch before wrapping up the first day of the year. Hope you’ve had a good one too.