This morning I heard this funny quacking noise from the river and asked Mr. TroutBend if that was the ducks we see sometimes. "No, it's a goose."

A domestic goose came walking down our driveway this morning, across the bridge and into our hearts.



It doesn't really honk, sounds more like a quack, and in sometimes makes little fussy noises.

I call it a he; he is very friendly and loves to be around people. We can pet his head and pick him up. I posted this picture at the post office in case someone lost him.



He stayed around with the roofers for awhile, not bothered by the noise, and then he went fishing with the neighbors, stayed with them for hours.



It was fun watching him deal with the river current.



Later we all went for a stroll along the fishing trail.



I called a neighbor who has ducks and geese, and she said if nobody claims our friend, she will take him in. Meanwhile, we don't want our other friend the fox to eat our new friend, so he is in the closed garage with a box of grass clippings and a big dish of water, and shitting like crazy. He's not very happy about it, but we don't know what else to do.