Well, actually, unlike a puppy, I guess they are mainly for Christmas. But not this one! Not Sheldon, (we are pretty sure he is a boy) the gosling we saved four weeks ago. I have since learned that they can live a long time, can come when called by their name, and are very messy…hmmm, not sure if I am ready for this.
He is growing fast and is now living in our bathtub. Not a permanent plan, just until he is big enough so that the dogs don’t scare him. Or his father.
Early this week we tried to introduce him to his real family, and his father took an instant dislike to his “human” ways. Sheldon’s father came at him hissing and barking, wings flapping, reducing Sheldon to a terrified gosling and my youngest daughter to fearful crying. We got Sheldon away from his father and realised he is now going to be a permanent part of our family.
So for most of the day he is in the bathtub with trips to the garden to play with my daughters, who love his nippy ways. After everything my youngest went through, it is so nice to see her giggling and laughing as she sits on the grass chatting and playing with Sheldon.
“Better than playing on the computer”, she says.