And Then There Were Five

I have a few different theories, but because we are talking about a 20-30lb bird,that spends most of their time in the water, I am leaning away from a wild predator, and more toward a different type of predator.

With the help of Uncle Swamp the Swan, our 2 White geese hatched five fluffy little goslings this past Spring.Over the coarse of the Summer, they grew into a beautiful flock, and with Swamp leading the way, it was truly a very pretty sight watching them navigate the river.

Just before Thanksgiving 2 of our Geese disappeared and I believe it was the act of a despicable, poor excuse for a human. I can't blame this on hunters, because a "True" hunter has much higher ethics then this person or persons possess.

So now we are down to 5 White Geese, 11 grey geese, a Swan, and we cannot forget Wilbur.

Wilbur is a brother to our other geese, but because we hatched him in a incubator and raised him for the first few months in the house, he does not know he is a goose. Like Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, all the other geese refuse to socialize with him and he only ventured out onto the river once, and did not appear to enjoy the experience.


Being rejected by his fellow geese has not prevented Wilbur from making his own unique friends.

Chances are good if you see Bob the turkey, you will find Wilbur. Bob and Wilbur have become the best of buds and whenever I call Bob, it is guaranteed that Wilbur will come a running with him. They both sleep in the hen house, and can often be seen going for a stroll up the road as they chat about current events.


Below is from this past spring when Moma and Papa Goose took the babies to the river for the first time.