Never thought I'd post pictures of myself on this little blog. Guess I'm coming out of the coop, so to speak. But some things are too fun to pass up, amiright?
Not eatin' this one, promise. Not at the moment anyway.
This is the female Super African goose of my sexed pair purchased this spring with my Metzer's order. I haven't named either of them because I'm in charge of both the butchering and the mercy killin' for this little family and so just don't name our birds.
Exceptions being Nigel and my beloved Mr. Rooster. Mr. Rooster was a pet and Nigel will be too if he plays his cards right.
But this isn't a petting zoo. Everyone has a purpose and sometimes that purpose is dinner. Then there are predator attacks like we had this week to contend with.
The geese aren't pets although they sure are tame through no effort on my part. Sure, I know that will change with breeding season but here's hoping - both that they have babies and don't try to kill me in the spring.
Anyone name their poultry or animals? Even though they usually don't die of old age?