Here at the Facilities Maintenance Office, we have Goose-goose. She is a Canadian goose who has a permanently wounded wing and cannot fly. She has been here over a year and waddles around, honks occasionally and enjoys swimming in our "farm pond". Elder Poulson and another fellow feed her corn, but she stays a safe distance. The other day Elder Poulson tried to get her to come into our big pole barn by sprinkling corn along a path that led into the barn. She came just so far and then stopped looking longingly at the corn inside the barn door. After a time, I began to pick up the corn to throw it out to her. She began honking madly at me...like I was stealing her corn. I threw it closer to her and she gobbled it up....silly goose.
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