The last few days had been gloomy alternating with rainy and today started out just as gray and cloudy. The afternoon sun broke through, temps went up, and it’s a lovely, sunny 70 something degree early evening. Driving home after showing a 1700’s farmhouse in the next town over, my mind was wandering around the inner cranium when I noticed cars stopped and pulled over. As I drew closer the reason was apparent.
A mother goose was walking around the opposite side of the street flapping and honking. Dad was on the grass moving around uneasily. Two small bodies lay very quietly on the pavement and one gosling was flapping about, struggling to move anywhere but where it was. Luckily there was a parking lot right there so I pulled in, drew on a pair of gloves, hopped out of the car and ran over to see what could be done.
As I approached the gosling, Mom began hissing and coming at me. I stepped back to the curb, people in their cars are watching me eying the situation. Suddenly two policemen were with me. It was their parking lot, of all the luck. They directed the traffic around the geese and I.
First, I picked up one of the dead goslings and brought it to the side of the road. Mom started coming at me again but the officer distracted her. It was quick work to get the two off into the grass. The remaining one was brought off the road and into the grass beside the driveway of the home they were headed for. This particular property has a good-sized pond at its edge, which is where the geese were heading. Mom followed me, squawking and huffing the entire way while dad marched ahead clearing the path of any potential dangers. The baby continued struggling in the grass, flapping its downy wings, and not getting much of anywhere. There was a significant gash on the back of its right leg which seemed it might be broken. I brought it halfway across the lawn toward the pond and lay it down in the grass, hoping it could crawl back to the water. By this time the parents were on my heels and the officers remained on the street, not near enough to distract them from my actions.
I tromped back to the dead goslings and murmured the mourner’s kaddish, not knowing what else to do. It’s trash day tomorrow, a barrel was there, so they were put on top of the household detritus as respectfully as possible. I asked the officer if that was allowed, saying it was better than their being ripped apart (life cycle be darned, these fluffy puffs were not going to be further harmed by a passing predator; that animal will have to catch its own supper). He agreed it was the sensible thing to do and we parted company.
Once in the safety of my car I dissolved into a sobbing lump. Dealing with dead animals isn’t so much the issue, but I felt so badly the parents lost two thirds of their family just like that. Seeing the mom, in my mind’s eye, hissing and moving fretfully in the street, refusing to leave her young behind dead or alive.
By the time I got home I was chastising myself for not picking the gosling up and taking it to a rehab center. You may remember a baby possum was brought to the Berkshires for, hopefully, a new start in life after it fell off its mom’s back when traveling through our yard. That facility doesn’t care for birds, however. There was still a little time left in the work day, so I called my vet who does take in birds. I had one hour to get Gabby the Gosling to the doctor.
Zooming back to the site, talking to myself all the way, willing the gosling to be not far from where she’d been dropped in the grass. Gloves on in a flash, across the street like Batman, and I scanned the lawn. No gosling. Over by the water, the parents were moving in for a swim and there was Gabby. It was a bit of a distance but it looked like there may have been a second one as well, but definitely one was moving into the water with them. Just in case, I scoured the whole yard looking to see if Gabby had been stashed, but I couldn’t find her. A final scan of the yard and look out to where they were lazily paddling in the quiet water, and I returned to my vehicle. Hopefully she won’t become prey for some animal and her leg will heal, but we’ll never know. At least she has the opportunity to grow into adulthood and two parents that will do their best to see that it happens.
Tip of the Week: Take a few extra seconds to let families get across the road, regardless of their species. Birds don’t automatically fly up when a car approaches and baby birds don’t move so quickly. Turtles are particularly slow in the street and squirrels go this way and that in a panic. Give them those few seconds and you won’t have to read my tip for getting blood and guts off your car.
Recipe of the Week: I made this carrot soup last week and it was beyond delicious. I told our guests it was vegetable soup rather than carrot because carrot soup appears to be a turn off for many folks. They seem to equate it with a carrot drink they’re supposed to drink and it’s not very tasty. Admittedly, this soup does have a color that makes you think of something unsavory if you think hard, so don’t do that. Just make and enjoy it.
Two pounds of carrots, 3 T olive oil, 1 med. yellow onion/chopped, 2 gloves garlic/pressed or minced, 1/2 t ground coriander, 1/4 t ground cumin, 4 C veg broth or water (I used broth), 2 C water, 1-2 T unsalted butter to taste, 1 1/2 t lemon juice, S & P to your liking.
Preheat the oven to 400 and while its warming, cut the carrots into 1/2 inch pieces. Cover a baking sheet with parchment paper, foil, whatever and add salt and 2 T olive oil. Stir the carrots so they’re coated and let them roast 35-40 minutes.
Warm the remaining oil in a soup pot, add the garlic and spices ( added 1 t of curry powder as well), onion, and a few shakes of salt. Cook until the onion is translucent (5-7 minutes).
Add the carrots to the soup pot, bring to a boil for about 15 minutes. Transfer the mix to a blender and whirly away, adding a dash of pepper, the lemon juice, and butter (I didn’t use any butter and it was fine). It will keep about four days in the fridge and several months in the freezer (but you’ll eat it right up). Unbelievable.