We got sick of the flock we inherited years ago.
The damned things would hiss at you and try and chase you when you lead a horse past them, but over a couple of years the foxes thinned them out :angel:
One was left, it was smart and made it's way to a waterhole everynight for protection, but being by itself it fell in love with one of the horses and wouldn't let anyone near it :eek:
Hanging around the horses we had to treat it for a broken beak, broken feet, broken whatever as the horses are totally unaware of what's underneath themselves.
Whoever was the poor last lesson of an evening had to help catch the goose to treat it when I wasn't around.
When the horse was sold it fell into a deep despondency :(
It eventually adopted a wood duck family, then when they left a blue water trough :o
When it's old pal Danny the horse came back for lessons a few months later it flew into the horse float with him before he even got off, then followed him everywhere including the dressage arena for the entire lesson, honking merrily away.
Again, when Danny was loaded onto the float the poor goose was devastated and tried everything to get in there with him.
Alas one morning we found him/her dead and headless.
I initially thought fox, but we worked out a cranky mare stomped him/her as he/she was hanging around her feed, and the fox later made off with it's head.
The poor first lesson that morning stopped dead on the track in the arena as the Goose head was sitting up looking straight at her.....
[edit] Good luck training a goose up for a Freestyle Lou, although I'd even pay to see it :D

