It wasn't good. Somehow the goose had gotten its head wedged very badly in ordinary 2x4 wire fencing. There was a large cut to the neck where the fencing was embedded and it was standing in a puddle of blood. It had also cut the top if its bill. I ended up cutting the fence apart to free it.
I was so upset when this happened because it seems like such a freak accident that I couldn't prevent.
This is where I cut the fence apart - how on earth did it get stuck so badly? It should have been able to just slip its head right back out of the fence.
If we had been gone for the day that goose would have suffered badly and died from dehydration and blood loss. This purebred goose is part of a trio that I have some time and money in. And although I have at least one pair out there if I had lost my only male/female it would have been a disaster.
It made me realize how woefully unprepared I am if this situation goes south. In none of my poultry books is there a first aid or "when the shit hits the fan" chapter. I have no idea what antibiotics are safe for geese or the dosage. I did post to an on-line forum asking for advice and was told to "take it to the vet". This isn't a diapered house goose and I'm pretty sure that no one around here would touch poultry anyway. Worse case senario while I'm competent to kill chickens and ducks all day I have no idea how to put down a goose. I'm not physically strong enough to do it humanely and suppose it would have to be shot.
Everyday is an adventure and what a way to learn.
Also not for wussies; when I came in from treating the goose I looked out the window. Whereupon I witnessed a goose getting it on with a duck and the chickens eating all of the bloody grass. I may have gone blind a little and immediately texted my husband and asked him to pick up wine on the way home.
This life, I'm telling you. Not for the faint of heart.