How funky is your chicken?
How loose is your goose?
Now come on, everybody,
And shake your caboose!
Freeks and Geeks, anyone? Rylie and I sing this cheer many many times a day now thanks to those dvds. Chris loaned the series to me last week and I watched it…all of it. I love it. Rent it, buy it…whatever. It’s somewhere between Wonder Years and That 70’s Show humor and content-wise and is just great great great. Bill…Bill the kid who’s obsessed with Dallas…Bill is brilliant. I cannot get enough of him.
But, I digress. The goose…I have to tell you about the goose. His name is Jaleel (think a classroom of inner-city 5th graders). He was found at a campground in his slightly cracked egg. The teacher said, “Sure, put it in the chick incubator, but don’t be sad if nothing happens.” He happened. School’s out for the summer soon. The teacher called Bonnie. Bonnie called me. Bonnie showed up on my porch with a cardboard box Thursday afternoon.
Jaleel (or J-Bird, as we call him) is imprinted to humans, as that’s what he saw first when he came into this world. It’s impossible to walk around without tripping over him. If you sit on the ground, he crawls in your lap. He’s a little green fur ball that Rylie loves to touch. The chickens couldn’t care less about him and Abe thinks he’s fantastic. They swim together in his trough. I think Abe has adopted our “Why Not?” philosophy, and good for him.
Friday night, Curt and I left for downtown in the big bad city (festival and all) and when we returned after dark, Jay was gone. Gone, gone, gone. The chickens went to their coop and left the darn goose out to dry. I’d had the poor bird for 24 hours, and I’d lost him. I looked tearfully for more than a half hour thinking he’d bedded down somewhere and was just too nervous to come out, but I knew he’d run away…or worse.
The next morning I got a call from our neighbor, Dan, across the road. “Kate? This is Dan. I think we have your goose. (This, in and of itself, is funny to me.) He must have followed your car down the road, heard us talking, and taken a left to be near the voices. He ran right up to us and hasn’t left since. We have him out back and he’s fine.”
Like I said. Somehow, my goose got loose.
Based on where he was found, we think he’s a Canada goose. He’ll (she’ll?) need a buddy sometime next year ‘cause they get real sad when they’re alone. It’s also possible that he’ll (she’ll) just up and take off one day when he’s grown…joining a flock and heading yonder..and that’s just fine.
I wonder what will happen today?
*girl shakes her head, puts on her apron, and does a few twirls around the living room*