Orphan Baby

This morning, about 8 a.m., Robin came in from the farm where he works and handed me this box.

 

"It's empty," I said.

"No, it's not," he said.

Sure enough, it wasn't empty. It was light as a feather because that's what it had in it...feathers!

 

 

We had buckets of rain all night last night. Apparently this little guy got washed away from his mama. Robin found him waddling up the driveway at the farm all alone. A thorough search of the area did not reveal Mama Goose or any other babies, so Robin brought him home.

 

 

We got him (or her?) settled in a box in the basement, under a light.

 

 

He seemed very tired and went to sleep right away.



 

When I checked on him an hour or so later, he was (and had been) up and about. And, he was trying to jump out of the box!

 

 

Since he was getting his head over the top edge of the box on each jump, I went on the hunt for a bigger home. I ended up moving him to one of our recycling bins. It's not much bigger or deeper than the first box, but it will do for a while.

 

 

After mothering our incubator chicks for a week, this baby goose seems huge!

 

 

And check out those feet!

 

 

I guess he could see through the sides of the bin because he became very agitated, pecking and trying to get through the wall in front of him. So I covered the outside of the bin with newspaper and a piece of cardboard. He quieted down right away.

 

 

Pretty soon he'll need a bigger home...and a pool! Robin thinks maybe the chickens will mother him when he gets a littler bigger. Sure hope so! But for now, like all babies, he's fluffy and sweet. Wouldn't it be nice if he would stay that way?