I imagine that most of us have stories of getting lost in the mall or department store when we were young. As children we were easily distracted from our parents warnings about getting lost, and could be stopped in an instant to look at the latest bright and shiny new toy. Then looking up we suddenly felt fear, followed by tears, and finally the joy of being reunited with our parents…
Early this morning I went out to let the geese out of the barn and being in a hurry I did not want to make a return trip to freshen up their bed. So instead I took the time to do it right then. Grabbing a flake of straw I quickly shook it out onto the remains of last nights damage. It took all of about three minutes. Then, walking out of the roll up door I see…
Now the gate to the back yard and the path we take to the goose side of the world is about 20 paces. Each and every day I have to convince Polly and company to actually pass through instead of stopping to eat the goosegrass that happens to be growing nowhere else on the Farmlet but there.
(Picture compliments of Aggie Horticluture, click the photo to be taken to the site and learn more than you ever wanted to know about this species)
And so it was, that I mistakenly counted on them running to the goosegrass to keep them preoccupied while I put the fresh straw into their bed.
Listening I hear them out front on the lawn. They are busily grunting at each other and nibbling at some fresh new delight they have found. I walk towards them, they move further away. When advancing three more times produces the same results, I decide that divide and conquer is the best method. Circling a wide berth around them I single out Polly. Polly is so much more submissive and obedient than the Hueys.
Arms outstretched I heard her back around to the gate and watch as she casts nervous glances over her wing at the disobedient Hueys. She keeps waddling however and for her obedience I give her breakfast right away. As I turn to leave I hear some terrified squeals from the front yard. Seems that the Hueys have discovered they are lost!
I call to them, “Pip-PIP!“
Their reply in triplicate, “Honk-Honk-Honk - HEEEAH!“ And although I can’t see them, I envision them running back round, wings outstretched, to find Polly and me.
Polly, on hearing the ruckus, has forgone eating for the moment and comes from behind the well house to find out what’s going on. Seeing them from across the yard she runs to them, with neck outstretched, giving a scolding and sounding eerily and every bit like your mother when you were young! The scolding elicits the same cries of relief and remorse from the Hueys, as similarly you’d have done on seeing and hearing the scolding mother gave.
When finally the scolding and remorse have subsided, the four of them turn to waddle into the goose yard and to their breakfast which is waiting.
Translation: “HEEEAH” is the goose equivalent of a scream. I think it is a sound that you would have to actually hear to appreciate.