When the Vet (yes…stifle the laughter…..we took our goose to the Vet) put a splint on her leg and gave us both an anti-inflammatory and antibiotic to administer to her twice a day, all I could think of was —sure…how on EARTH do you pop a pill down a cranky, bored, in-pain goose’s mouth?…..those bills have little teeth on them and I hate to think about what the pressure per square inch of her bill is—a duck is bad enough!! The Vet had all sorts of helpful ideas…one of them was to simply conceal them in food, like bread.
I tried the first pill in a piece of bread per his instructions. Yeah, right. The goose looked me straight in the eye and spit it out, keeping the bread neatly in her mouth.
Just for grins, I put both of her pills in my hand and held them out to her….Imagine my amazement when she just gobbled them up!! FAR easier than any cat or dog I’ve ever had! She has now been doing this for three days, twice a day. I have to admit that in the beginning I thought that maybe it was a fluke that she took them so easily….nope. And its not like she eats EVERYTHING…she doesn’t. She’s actually very selective (see above: spitting the pill out… She does the same with peas and lettuce) Even though I DO have a tendency to anthropomorphize animals, I still swear that she KNOWS that the pills (and me) are there to help her. I’m still amazed. I’m starting to regard my cats and dogs in a whole different light…..
To top this whole thing off, I had no idea that Gracie was bonded to me before this happened…even though I had been the primary caretaker of the two goslings and twenty runner ducklings, when they’re in their orchard or house, they run from me. Not so with Gracie now. When I go in to visit her, she coos to me, sidles over to the edge of the bathtub and holds her head and neck out for me to scritch….then she proceeds to start climbing out of the bathtub to get into my lap!!! If I’ve left the door open, and the dog, kittens or cat try to slither in….or even Bob….hiss central….quite the display. I would sure be intimidated if it were aimed at me!!!
I’ve been rambling. The point of this whole thing is that she is now standing in the bathtub (splint still in place), eating quite well, but bored to tears. When I get up to leave her, she immediately starts chomping down on the faucet and shower knob. When the door is closed, she calls out for me to come back—and its NOT a soft sound! So….today I’m going to make a small confinement pen outside, in the middle of the orchard….so she can be with her flock and mate, but still be kept safe from being trampled. When those ducks get excited about anything, they’re like a troop of tasmanian devils!!! They run over anything in their way, without any forethought…. Here’s hoping for the best….