This is Cyrus and Petunia's last day here on the farm. Sadly, the goose experiment failed. As Rob says, we are just not goose people. We're not really set up for them. They've lived on the lawn all summer where they have inspired terror in the UPS man, the fuel man, the post office lady, all our visitors, and even us. They look very bucolic waddling around the fields but they have one fatal flaw: they just can't seem to differentiate between friend and foe. Rob has found someone to take them, someone not bent on having them over for Thanksgiving dinner though if they don't work out there they will likely be invited to join the family for dinner at some point.
I'm sad. We've had them since they were a day old and they were such characters. Raising geese was fun. The grown article is a bit of a different story but I will still miss them. Goodbye, Cyrus and Petunia. It's been real, it's been fun, it's been, well, a pain in the neck, frankly. But we'll miss you. Try not to take a bite of anything you can't chew.
