Yesterday I hinged and hung a scrap of 1/2 inch plywood to make a gate partitioning the calf stall in half, to create a night stall for the geese. It is not a thing of beauty but it’s only a temporary arrangement for the
crazy mating season. After shooing the geese in, I put Cooper’s flake of supper hay against the new door.
My gander Andy was outraged. As I filled the evening water buckets I could hear his loud complaints.
Let me out of here! I’ve been falsely imprisoned!
There you are, you stupid calf! Open this door!
Don’t you dare lie down to go to sleep, you silly moron! Open this door!
* Sigh. *