The distant honking got louder and louder yesterday and then suddenly round the corner from the greenhouse came the geese, waddling their way over to the door, they had heard me talking to the dogs and decided that they too wanted to come into the house.
The dogs are wary of the geese, showing them the admiration and deference they deserve, they back off and let the geese have our attention when they are around, that Harry loves Mum as much as they do is something they have to tolerate.
For indeed Harry is smitten, at the sound of my voice she comes running, honking and demanding attention, wanting me to pick her up and stroke her long neck and cuddle her every time I pass by. If I am busy and ignoring her she winds her long neck between my ankles and nibbles at my wellies, stands on my feet scrabbling to climb higher, anything to attract my attention. The others Larry and Mo, stand waiting patiently, happy to have the occasional stroke but baulking at the idea of a cuddle unless forcibly picked up, then they relax into it and have a moment of bliss before wriggling and demanding to be placed once more on their large webbed feet.
At night while the other two follow the light of the torch to bed Harry saunters beside me and stands at the threshold of the Goose Hoose to be lifted and cuddled before being ceremoniously plopped into her night time quarters.
Who ever knew that a goose would fall in love with me!!
And that's why I love having Geese on the Patio, although Lovely Hubby is not quite so thrilled as he washed it all down at weekend and now it's a little bit yucky again!!