Friday, January 8, 2010

A goose hook

We headed to the lake today.

Zephyr packed a backpack filled with some of his favourite things.

We fished and swam and hung out with the ducks, geese and swamp hens.

And then we noticed this, left by some stupid anthropogenitor.

So with some gleaned street plums we coaxed her closer.

The way she exorcised the stone from the fruit in one pugnacious motion was miraculous.

Then I grabbed her around her feet, tucked her under my arm and tried to free the hook.

It wasn't going to come, so we took her home and called our local wildlife rescue service.

While we waited we spoke to her gently and offered her some water.

Then Gayle from the wildlife rescue service arrived and within a few minutes had removed the hook. Gayle rubbed Manuka honey into the wound and returned her to the lake on dusk.


(Text)ure and (me)aning said...

oh you sweet people, what a fabulous post to come out of an abject pain in the neck for the beautiful white goose. I let out a loud cheer as i read with baited breath, pardon the pun... Yay to you

Permapoesis said...

thanks eddy,

just been out to the shelter today with meg and zeph. a happy trip to cure the sadness and anger at having seen fantastic mr fox. when will the industrialisation of the wild cease? silly q i know.

anyway we are going to get on board with some volunteer work out there.

Permapoesis said...

opps, you may not know what the shelter is – the hepburn wildlife shelter for injured animals.