An Addendum to my previous mystery post about my missing gaggle:
I returned the following day to the Fort Collins location. Not one goose in sight so
I entered the building to do my patient standby. An hour and a half later I exited the building
and looked straight ahead to see most of the gaggle returned. I had to laugh, but still
wonder where they had gone? There truly was not one tail feather of a clue, there are no hiding places, or if there is it is very well hidden.
I had to walk over and say something, and likely looked like an idiot for talking to geese, but oh
well, that's just me. Of course I asked "Where the hell did you all go?" One black eyed gander
raised his head and neck up very alertly at my approach, but no hissing was issued. It was though
he said:
"Hey..yeah...there is that silly human again." and:
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
I am just happy to see them again even if I don't understand where they went off to. We had a whooper of a flooding thunderstorm the day after they disappeared. One other time after a big storm
is when I found them all in the parking aisle. Maybe some instinct tells them to take cover away
from the pond when weather threatens. Since I do not speak geese speek I'll have to be happy with
their return and let it go.
In other news, my dear Mrs.Flycatcher is being hounded by crows. This upsets me because I cannot
be there all the time. Crows are carnivorous and will eat the young of other birds. I tossed a rock, never coming close, to one sitting on top of the building. It hit the metal gate and made so much noise that both the crow and Mrs.Flycatcher were unhappily startled. I then proceeded to dream last night of someone reporting a vandal throwing rocks at the clinic...lol.
G'Nite,
~K
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