There's a song about how sometimes you're the windshield sometimes you're the bug. I have been both over the last week or so. I've went back and forth on writing about this since it's not all sunshine and flowers but that's not really honest to only talk about the fun things. This lifestyle brings you closer to nature and sometimes nature is wonderful and other times it's not so great. On Wednesday we had some nice rain and the goslings enjoyed it "finding" mud puddles. If my husband asks they found them, but really they make them. It drives him nuts as the potholes they leave behind don't agree so well with his lawn mower. I enjoyed so much watching them play. They love mud so much more than clean water, you would think they were pigs and not geese.
Then on Saturday we noticed a gosling was missing and began a search. I found her on her back in the orchard with flies on her and she didn't seem to be breathing. When I lifted her she was still warm and her eye seemed to flutter so I blew into her bill. A lot of brown stuff came out her nostrils and she took a few shallow breaths. We brought her in and started giving her an electrolyte formula for chicks mixed with water. She couldn't even hold her head up. I had to support it with my hand or a towel or else it would loll like her neck was broken.
We made her a makeshift mother out of a homemade heating pad filled with rice, an old towel, and papertowels overhead to simulate a wing. She had been having spasms until I tucked her into this setup and she quieted right down. The next morning she woke me up at 5:30 AM cheeping her head off. She also decided that I was only allowed a maximum distance of 1 foot from her at all times.
It's a great feeling when you are able to save one and Fuzzy Butt as she was dubbed rebounded really well. Unfortunately it wasn't an isolated incident like we thought. We had another gosling go missing on Wednesday. This one unfortunately didn't make it. We started making plans on how to contain geese that have always been free roaming. Of course when it rains it pours, my oldest had all 4 wisdom teeth removed and we wound up nursing kids and animals when we came home from the dentist to another gosling down. This one luckily recovered fairly quickly. That was the last straw. We decided that while the adults loved their babies they weren't being very good parents so we moved all the fuzzy butts to a mobile yard. We relocated their cut down pool and added a little "nest" of hay in a carrier. It's been almost a week since we had one fall ill so we hopefully have solved the problem. In the meantime the adults are going to parenting classes and have visitation. I hope in your day today that you are the windshield and not the bug.