Mother Goose

Ahem! Attention, please. Gather around, and I shall tell you a story. This is a story about me.

I am a goose, as you can plainly see,
and there are those that ascribe storytelling to me.
I can tell a story as sure as can you,
where this rumour started, I leave up to you.

How was that? Honk honk! Clearly, I am a goose that has better things to do all day than sit around telling stories, such as going for a walk and looking in the water for tasty plants to eat, and honking with my goose friends while we make plans to head south or not for the winter. I waddle when I walk, and if I am waddling—I am walking, so please don’t bother me to tell you a story if you see me waddle. On the other hand, the other day, I told a story that even had me bowled over, so while I am waddling, I could think of a story to tell you sometime in the future.

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

Birdsong is as old as time. Birds sing to announce their ownership of territory, to find a mate, or just for the joy of living. Of course they all sing completely different tunes, but all birds understand the nuances of other bird’s songs, even though they may sound entirely different.

There is a natural order of things. Little tweeting birds hear one another in the hedges; hawks scream in the skies; blackbirds warble across the fields. And they ignore other species.

But when the wrens first saw a microphone and realised they could make themselves heard by everybird everywhere, that changed all the rules. Suddenly it wasn’t good enough to have just the right song for your environment; you had to scream just to be heard over the wrens!

Peace could only be achieved by giving everybird a microphone, but only in designated places. Then with everybird having an equal chance to be heard, competitive interspecies birdsong began. And the fields and skies went back to the natural order of things.

Favorite food:

Bunch Of Leaves

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