Tonight (Friday) was the first time the gander has actually gone for me with any more than ceremonial intent. It was all the fault if his errant offspring, but like every poor parent who fails to recognise their own responsibility for his children, attacks the authority figure for trying to return the youngster to the paths of righteousness. Well, that’s exactly the scenario this evening. It was chooky-bye-byes at The Chookery and time for all the birds to settle down for the evening in the safety of their coops and pens. The chooks, well-behaved (if slightly obsessive), fowl that they are, had already proceeded into their coop in the prescribed order that they have adopted so they remember who they each are. Chinese goose, for once, had returned to the goose pen and the three other geese were all inside the pen, seemingly ready for the Ceremony of the Hook, whereby they are confined for the night. At this point the youthful exuberance of young Gozzie came into play. He was not, as appeared at first sight from afar, safely enclosed with his parents in the goose pen, but had wandered through the fence onto the lawn and thence into the chook pen and was happily grazing on the short, new grass that grew therein, only the width of the fence from his parents. I proceeded to catch the gosling, at which The Sergeant became mightily aroused and threw himself at the fence beside me. I caught the young bird and took him back down to the goose pen, where the adult geese, in some agitation, had gathered at the gate. I placed the miscreant on the ground as close as I considered safe to his parents, but he wandered off and down towards the duckpond. Getting the adults back into the pen I went down to re-gather the wanderer and got him back into the pen. At this point the gander’s arousal overcame him and he feinted at me and then threw himself bodily at me, forcing a physical retaliation in the form of a well-aimed welly. This got him back into the gate of the pen – which was rapidly closed – and order was finally restored. Chickabiidy “K”, who had been helping me get the birds in for the night, had retreated rapidly early on in these proceedings and was heartily amused by the sight of her father facing up to an angry gander.