I hate this goose.
See how he comes after me? This time, I had a fence between us. When there’s not a fence between us, he follows after me, nipping at the backs of my legs.
Then he gets angry and takes it out on the other animals, making them all run away when he starts honking and flapping his wings madly.
Goat Burger: “I don’t get it, man.”
Maia: “Can’t we just all get along?”
She’s my sweetheart. Though she’s been a little upset since I turned on the electric fence in the barnyard, preventing her from pushing out under the fence. The green, it is here! And if I let her out every day, she’s going to eat all of it.
It is, apparently, finally SPRING. I present the evidence:
I’m still so used to looking out onto a white world that I find myself slightly shocked every morning at my view.
And tonight, we’re supposed to have a frost. But that’s just winter throwing a fit, like a goose nipping at the back of my leg. All I have to do is turn and say BOO and it runs away. It’ll be back to the 70s in no time.
Winter’s just full of air (albeit cold not hot) at this point.
If it was water and it was hot, I’d put that goose in it, heh.