I arrived home Wednesday just in time to wrap one of my baby geese in a towel before she gasped for her last few breaths. As she lay in my arms dying, I cried and prayed the only words that came to my mind: “Dear Jesus, please carry Your creature to Your kingdom.” I placed her inside a shoe box and my sweetie buried her near the fence in a hole deep enough to keep our hunting cats from digging her up. I so wish someone from The Publisher’s Clearinghouse had been videotaping me yesterday afternoon when I walked in to check on the remaining goose. Inside his makeshift pen were two new geese. One looks just like the other geese did when I brought them home, except he has hamster-like chubby cheeks. The other one is a delicate yellow. Apparently, my dear one decided to go to the feed store this morning on a day when we didn't need dog food or an assortment of John Deere toys. This is no small feat that required a 1 hour round trip drive into town. When we have a baby, I hope it’s a gir...

In case you've ever wondered, baby geese can very easily become spoiled. It is also now very apparent that I will be the kind of mother who rocks her baby and holds them whenever they cry. The geese are now trained to squeak wildly whenever a human enters a room or when they hear a human voice. Said humans immediately take them out of their cage and hold them wrapped in a towel or let them run around in their "playpen". It's all my fault. I'm okay with that. They make me laugh.

Look what I brought home today. I think we've named them Scout and Jem. The dogs seem to approve. I had a bad experience with geese around Lake Morton when I was seven, so this was certainly not my idea. The guy at the feed store assured me that they would not attack me since they will have been around me their entire lives. And he said they could keep away bobcats. I'm hoping they can protect my vegetable garden.