Oh well, win some, lose some. Poor old Gusto succumbed to the heavy rain and cold nights and departed this vale of tears some time last night. I’ve been working from home today and looked out to see the geese, but no sign of a gosling. Since a gosling will either be with its mum, or lying dead somewhere, I went out to find the body. Strange to say, I couldn’t find it at first, until I noticed that where Gertie nested in the goose pen was somewhat disturbed; it turned out that she’d actually buried the body under some leaf litter. I retrieved the sad remains and took it down to the chookyard and fed it to the roots of a birch tree.
It appears that the success rate for raising goslings is pretty low, so we were very lucky with Gozzie last year.