My gander, Andy, is lonesome with his sister/wife (shhh! don’t ask!) sitting on eggs. He marches back into the barn to check on her multiple times a day but otherwise wanders around the barnyard, a lonely man.
He is pleased that the sheep are here for the summer and patrols their fencing, eating grass and keeping up his end of Neighborhood Watch.
He also bathes in any available water. This morning I had set aside some buckets for spring cleaning. I filled a few to soak before scrubbing.
Andy was right on it.
“Are we sure I’m too big to fit in this bucket?”