Monday, July 5, 2010
Since I had no marketing plan for the geese, and we had become vegetarian, the flock continued to multiply, until there were enough of them to rise into the air, form a vee and take aim at their chosen landing spot. The squeaky door of the log house, where their corn feed was stored, would bring on a rush and swirl, a general rising of bodies into the air, the vee formation, direct flight, and crash landing among a din of general honking and flapping bodies around my feet, a twice daily event. Once, my visiting mother-in-law, a neat, orderly woman unwittingly opened the squeaky loghouse door, as I watched in horror from my kitchen window. I dashed out, but not in time to save her. She had turned to see why the sky had suddenly darkened, only to realize that a flock of geese across the field had suddenly risen into the air, formed a squadron, and was now bearing down on her. She ducked and survived direct hits, but her dignity was injured.
One fall the goose lot having became too small for them, and feeling the call of the South, the flock rose with a general cacaphony, swirled twice around the lot, and then split. Half of the geese formed a vee, and flew off down the road past the old Avalanche general store (downtown Avalanche) about 4 ft off the ground. I watched as they swirled around Junie's trailer, and veered South. They settled on the stream about 2 miles south of Avalanche, and lived at the farm there comfortably for several more years.
It's been so many years since I gave them up, but I did like keeping them. They were a nuisance, mainly, but always interesting. They were a cantankerous lot. I loved the goslings, all in a row, necks outstretched, weep-weep-weeping behind the mother goose. And geese lay the loveliest eggs. I made oak gall ink and wrote with quills a few times. Once, I was inspired to make a set of authentic cork-and-leather shuttle cocks with real goose feathers, which added an element of unpredictability to a game of badminton.
Thinking of my geese this rainy, July, Monday, I just finished a set of goose eye woven summer scarfs, of hand-dyed bamboo, with linen, cotton and tencel. Oh, and a little silk.