...about a sucker being born every minute?
I should have known better. I should have stood my ground. I should have just kept walking, paid for my goods, and left.
I was running errands in town Saturday afternoon and the last stop was the feed store. I just wanted to get a bag of sunflower seeds for the goats. That's it. And then, she jumped us.
A lady came up to Rhiannon & I and held out a yellow & black, peeping, flappy-footed ball of fuzz, practically begging us to take it from her. It's all a hazy blur now, but I think she said something about having three goslings and two of them keeling over on her and now she didn't want to keep just one so could I please take him, please, please, PLEASE! She had the wild eyes like I would imagine a crack dealer would have when he realizes that the cops are about to bust him & he's trying to get rid of the evidence.
Not sure if we were the first or tenth person she tried to pawn him off on. Maybe I was a good looking candidate since I had a toddler in tow, and what mean Mommy would deny her daughter a little baby goose? All I know is that as soon as I said the words, "Uh, sure, I guess we could take care of him", she plopped it into Rhiannon's hands and shot out the door like a rocket. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a still-running getaway vehicle out in the parking lot.
So I just kind'a look at one of the employees at the counter and he just shrugs his shoulders. I then ask him if they sell goose food. To which he replies, "Never been asked for it". Which was pretty much a "No". I think he felt sorry for me so he scooped out about two pounds of their game bird grower crumbles into a paper bag and just gave it to me and said, "Good luck".
So Krazo Acres is now home to a goose. Or a gander. Or some sort of waterfowl. Not sure if it's a he or a she, not even sure what breed it is.
All I know is that Paul is not happy about it being brought into the house. At least I've got lots more material for future posts.
And now I kind'a feel like Lamb's husband at the feed store.