Here we are back again on the Breezy Hill farm. This time I thought I would share one of the many zany critter capers. We had the usual assortment of farm animals. There were some chickens, some ducks, a couple of pigs, four ill-tempered geese, more goats than you ever need to know the horrors of and, of course a dog and a cat. Believe me, there is a unique story for each animal group. For instance, there was The High Jinx of The Cat and The Chickens, The Great Escape of The Pig With The Genius IQ, The Dog With An Uncanny Sense of Humor, to name a few. You’ll note I have deliberately omitted the goats. That chapter involved a bathtub full of goat’s milk and the most unpalatable, odious goat cheese in the history of all cheese. It is never to be spoken of again.
Since this seems to be the year of the goose, I will share a snapshot of our majestic yet menacing quartet. Geese can be vicious and mean-spirited. Such was the case with these high-strung honkers. They hissed, honked and screeched at everything. Having this fearsome formidable foursome made a watch dog redundant. Periodically, they would get loose from their pen and go charging down the hill beside the road. They be screeching and cackling descending like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse upon the neighbors’ gardens as veritable harbingers of doom. I would make myself scarce during those freedom flights, so I never had to deal with them. To an observer this was quite humorous. To the neighbors whose gardens were being ravaged and plundered, it bordered on disasterous. If Mother Goose was around in modern times, these four feisty kinfolk of hers would have provided great fodder for New Age nursery rhymes. These birds could even have been the main characters in some cartoon series. The possibilities are endless; as are the alliterative adjectives to describe the four fowl (or foul four). I don’t remember what became of these frenetic, but endearing creatures. We may have given them to another farmer to live out their days. I will always look back lovingly at their goosey loosey antics. I will always be grateful to them for providing interludes of much needed comic relief during stressful times. Here’s to you – Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel. I hope you are all honking happily in goose heaven.
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