This is my mother's killer goose, Gustav, who might be the only goose on the planet
(I would link to his Facebook page, but I don't know how. If you do a search on "Gustav" from Facebook, he pops up as a public figure, which is hilarious because he's really a public nuisance.)
My mother keeps two lame ducks and Gustav penned up in a contraption she built with
But back to
My mother-who used to keep her water fowl zipped up in a tent to "protect" them from
One of these Canadian friends is lame, so Chesapeake Bay Mother did what she felt was best for this wild goose. She penned him right on up with the others.
If you look closely, you'll see Mr. Lame Goose above, and you might also see him shedding a tear.
Jail time with Gustav is a sentence worse than death.