Whither Goosey Gander?

Well the geese have gone an got me all in a right ole tizz. The young goose been foolishly sitting on a whole heap of eggs since April Fools. Too many to hatch we thinks and then today I goes down to the pen and thereby a gosling running about like a right little mommet. Then the old goose takes against the gosling even though it could be their gosling that the young goose hatched on her behalf.

So we have to get the old goose and the gander into the shed where the guineapigs used to live and that be a right palaver, I can tell you, not even the umbrella did the trick.

Amos is unusually cheery, I sense trouble brewing.