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Well no show today but I did get you three new videos including Joe grieving the loss of his mate Buddy, the finished initial install of our mini silvopasture and some very cool progress in our food forest.

The video of Buddy and Joe occurred about two hours before a coyote attacked our entire flock, I am now convinced that was what caused her death too.   In that attack we lost two more birds and at least two more were injured.  The full story on that is here, a dead coyote will likely soon be posted!

3 Responses to 3 New Videos

  1. Robert_Indiana

    Would it be worthwhile doing a necropsy on Buddy?
    We had a sudden death in our flock and the information from the necropsy was invaluable.

  2. Glad you made it to the pivot-point “middle”. That’s a great lesson and example to me about sticking with the process and letting nature “happen”. What did you harvest from your fruit trees and berry bushes and other crops this year?

  3. re Geese & mates>>I spent a few years RVing. I stayed at one campsite for a couple years, along the Shenandoah River. The diversity of birds was an education. There were the large flock of Canadian Geese, but there was also an extended family group of 4 light brown geese, 2 of whom were a loving, affectionate mated pair. I named them Hank & Cheryl. Every Spring, they would disappear, honeymooning. Cheryl would soon grow heavy with eggs. The local bipeds would destroy the eggs/nest. The one time that any goslings hatched, they would disappear one by one, presumable turtles and hawks/eagles. The last 4 left were run down, intentionally, by a jetski, who ran back and forth over them. The adult geese could escape by flying away, but the babies could not escape. Finally, one nesting season, Hank met his demise. I don’t know what happened to him, but Cheryl was screaming and screaming & calling for him, and looking toward/at the nesting site. She called & called 24/7 for three days. She left at one point, I presumed to return to their honeymoon haunt to look for him. She returned after a day or so, still looking for him. It was and still is heartbreaking to remember her distress. Eventually the other two geese left, one was a widowed older goose. that I had named Gammy, and the other goose was a young single guy I named Bubba, looking for a mate. The only tan goose left on the river was Cheryl. She teamed up with the Canadian Geese to mother and nurture and babysit their babies. She would paddle in single file with them with her graceful neck curved over, protecting them, as though they were her own babies. It still brings tears to my eyes.