My landlord, a horse rancher, has property over on the next road as well as the property I live on. I don’t know where it is but apparently it’s not far. A while ago a goose made friends with one of her horses. They were a pair, like you see in children’s books, except it’s real! They even slept together. Well my landlord sold that horse and got another horse which was not too friendly. Poor little Quackers followed the bad horse around but unfortunately just before Christmas Quackers got trampled. The ranch intern arrived one day to feed the wild-acting horse and saw Quackers all splayed out. In a panic she called my landlord to see what to do. The two of them rescued Quackers and brought him over to this property. They set up a heated hospital room in the barn and they take care of Quackers, feeding, cleaning, even wiping his goosy bottom.
A few days ago they got a blue kiddie pool and filled it with three inches with water to see if Quackers could move. He could kind of, he floated and used his bill to pull himself forward. Seeing the pathetic prognosis, the landlord said, “Uummm, maybe…” but the intern begged to try and rehabilitate Quackers more. See, she is a pre-vet student at the U. Sighing, the landlord said “OK, one more week.”
Yesterday they filled the pool higher and set Quackers afloat. Encouragingly, he moved one of his little webbed feet a little. I had met up with her in the driveway, she and I chatted for a while, telling me all this. After about 15 minutes of talking, looking at the setting sun and feeling the falling temps, she said, “I gotta go, we put Quackers in the sun and now the sun is going down so it’s time to get him back to bed.” And she took off in the truck to go take care of the goose.
It’s not every rancher who would be physical therapist to Quackers the Goose.
Ed note: Photo not of the real Quackers.