Second day and they are happy and healthy and fluffy
enjoying a little outdoor time
tiring themselves, doing a little preening and settling
down for a nap.
Two days later while I was away for a couple of hours,
fate stepped in again.
This time not to save them from a watery grave but
to take one that the goose had not managed to drown.
The silly little one had got itself soaked in the small water dish
with just a little water in it.
When I got back, at first I could not even find it, this tiny
sodden bit of something in the bottom of the box on it's last
few breaths. Hypothermia had taken it's toll.
It died peacefully being warmed my my Reki hands.
The other knows both my foot fall and voice and would
love to nestle into my hair but will have to do with the two
exchange blankets I knitted for it so one at least is clean while
the other is being washed.
In five days it has grown little winglets that let it safely
flutter to the ground.
Whichever sex it turns out to be, it will be a welcome addition
to the chicken coop.
Hope you all have had a less traumatic week than mine.
and Nature Notes