4 Days and Counting

In four days we will be closing on our dream property. And we will be inheriting these watchdogs. Errr....watchgeese.




The big white one to the left is the one that attacks while your back is turned, and the moment you turn around to find out WHAT THE CRAP bit your ankle, he's gazing innocently up into the sky, like, "Do I feel rain?"

He might find himself chopped up into pieces in our freezer if he ever attacks Gwen. I've been told by people that we should start new with goslings. They will grow up with us and not attack us but still let out all the warning honks if they see anything strange in the yard. However, don't geese have a reputation for being kind of cranky and out of sorts, and sort of backstabby?

Doug is wanting to start turkey hunting. I don' t have a problem with this, except that he'll have to wear something like this and doesn't he wear stuff like that every single day to work? Only without the little fake leaves hanging off it, of course. And normally, his uniform doesn't look quite so.....fuzzy.

Also, this means that I'll become the very common Missouri Hunter's Widow....a breed of woman sort of like the Hunter's Widows in say, Wisconsin or Minnesota, but we have fewer teeth.