Goosed...

Matt and I were over at my place, goofing off in the back yard and waiting for some laundry of mine to finish. Ben and Peaty are out of town, and I was feeding the chickens leftover rice and greens when I noticed that their water bowls were messed up or empty, so I lugged over a big watering can to give them a refill. Just as I was finishing, I felt something tangling in my skirt. At first I thought it was a chicken cutting in between my legs to get at the water bowl, but then I realized it was much bigger, and trapped under my skirt! And honking!! Pierre the goose was goosing me!!

Apparently my shrieks and yells and frantic battering of annoyed Pierre was completely hilarious. Matt cracked up for several minutes as I hopped up and down, trying to get the goose out of my skirt. Eventually I got him out and showed him the Red Stick(tm) of Goose-herding, which chastened him somewhat. Then he stood in his water bowl, bathing himself and looking smug.
I swear, vegan co-op members or no, if Pierre tries that kind of crap again, I'll stuff him full of sage and onions, and Ben the Neighbor will help me...

I've learned an important lesson today: Do not feed or water fowl when you're not wearing pants...