A very sad morning here on the ranch.
Debra has been sitting on her egg now for 32 days. Hatch times vary according to species of goose from 28-35 days.
When i went to let her out this morning I found that during the night she had somehow stood on the egg and smashed part of the shell and rolled it out of the nest. An absolutely perfect gosling, with its head tucked under its wing and its eyes open, was lying in the carnage, cool, not yet cold, but quite dead. Judging from the blood vessels in the shell and the remainder of the yolk, the gosling was just on the point of beginning the hatching process.
So no little pipping or squeaking baby here today. After all this time, on the point of a successful hatch, it was killed. Debra has not noticed but I feel so bereft. And I did not even want any more geese. But I am a soft touch for anything small and feathery and am sitting here with my eyes full of tears for what might have been, and so nearly was.
A tiny blip on the world’s radar, but a real, albeit small, tragedy here this morning.