Oh nooooooo (wonk)
Major crisis on the farm!
Bruce the goose, the very rare Cape Barren Goose all the way from Australia…..is……….a Sheila. Carolyn bought “him” thinking he was half of a pair of geese, Google being his partner, but as it seemingly turned out we had two males who hated eachother.
But as a rare breed sale approached and the need to just check came around, so Bruce was womanhandled and Vent Sexed, which involves basically having a look. Well, i have to admit it was the first time i have seen a gooses most intimate (and feathery) parts, and to me one would probably look very much like another, but the book says Bruce is a girl.
So…..Carolyn went to the sale to buy a boyfriend for Bruce and myself and Hazel set about calling her Kylie (although this went down like the proverbial lead rubbery thing), so Bruce will always be Bruce. Carolyn looked up some alternatives, but i really dont think they would work. She thinks her name is “*uck off Bruce” anyway.
So now we have lots of posh geese, none of which i can remember the breeds of. Big buggers….thats about as far as i know. Oh and several more Cape Barrens, a pair and a single male, who promptly paired off with Google while Bruce tried desperatley to attack everything in sight. *sigh*. I swear she thinks she is a person so wouldnt be interested in another goose anyway…its like that joke - two cows chatting about mad cow disease, one says to the other “what do i need to worry about it for? im a canary”.
Ohh and we got some chickens too, which once again me and Hazel promptly names Paxo, Jalfrezi, Korma, Tikka and Coronation. :D i tell you what, if the cockrell (Paxo) crows at dawn his life expectancy will go down to about 3 minutes as he is right outside Hazels bedroom window mwhahahaha.
