Serendipity Photo Prompt – 2015 – #20


The Cranky Goose

Goose

Geese was the subject of Marilyn’s “Frisbee Wednesday” weekly photo prompt.

Geese are pretty interesting. Some people I know keep geese for their eggs but I’m told that they also make pretty good watch dogs. I guess that should be “Watch Geese”.

My mother often used to tell us the story of the day she was born. It was Christmas Day 1921 and her mother was busy cooking Christmas dinner which was to be roast goose when mum decided to put in an appearance. She was unable to tell me who finished the cooking but the family never ate goose for Christmas dinner again. I had never had it either until we moved to Tasmania. The first Christmas we spent here we were alone as my sister had not yet moved here and our families were all back in South Australia. We decided to have our Christmas dinner at the hotel in Dover and on the menu was goose so of course I had to try it. It was not bad.

I really prefer to see geese in the wild or at least semi wild than on the dinner table though. The one in this photograph lives on Lake Dulverton in Oatlands. Part of the lake is a bird sanctuary and there are swans, ducks, geese and various other waterfowl living there. In times of drought a small part of the lake, separated by a bund wall, is kept full by pumping water into it while the rest of the lake often dries out almost completely. I’ve only seen  the lake full once, in 2009, when that happens the birds spread all over the lake.

This goose was living alone when my sister and I first saw it a few years ago, sorry I am not good at telling the sex of geese, we always refer to it as “he”.  He would often join the flocks of swans or ducks for company and was fairly tame as visitors to the lake often feed the birds. As far as I can tell he is a domestic goose, they are an introduced species from Europe and pretty common in Australia.

The day that I took this photograph my sister and I had paused on our walk and were sitting on a bench watching the birds when Goosey spied a lady tourist getting out of her car. Anticipating a snack he hurried towards her from where he had been paddling around some distance away . However, all she wanted to do was to take his photograph. He was obviously very annoyed at not getting his “fee” and headed back to the lake honking loudly as he went probably saying something very uncomplimentary in Goose.

I haven’t visited Lake Dulverton for nearly a year but my sister says that last summer a new goose appeared at the lake so now he has a friend at last. Here are a few other lake residents.

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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