Goose in a Gunny Sack

gooseEvery Sunday after church they serve coffee and doughnuts. We like to stay for a cup and hear the “news” of the week. It’s the same group at our table; my husband and little boy, my parents, Great Uncle and Aunt- Bill and Liz, Cousin Bill, Cousin Mike and son. Sometimes an extra will join us, but for the most part that’s it.

Uncle Bill is a story teller. There is a town in Montana that I can’t spell but will never forget the name, they lived there for a while and we have heard many stories from that direction. I just love listening to his tales, he gives such detail, you can just picture it. We have discussed our fox problem previous Sunday’s. This week he let me know that one of the guys at his “weekday” coffee said it was a raccoon that ate the fence and the fox that had been stealing the chickens. Good to know. We went on about that dilemma for a bit then on to another story. One that reminded me of Wilma and Thomas.

Years ago Uncle Bill bought a small herd of cows, Holsteins I believe, and the guy he bought them from said “Bill you’ve got to take the Gander too. She’s been with those cows from the beginning and has to stay with the herd.”

So he did. It was winter and even if it weren’t, the goose would get trampled in the trailer. He put the goose in a gunny sack and cut a hole for it’s head to stick out and it rode on the floor of the cab that way. He stopped at a rest stop for the night “one of those places you could rent a bunk, ya’ know… I went out the next morning and wouldn’t ya’ know that goose was still sitt’n there. Just like I left it!” It rode that way all the way to the farm.

When the cows were sent out to pasture and the goose let out of her sack, “she went right to one cow, and never left it.” Now matter where that cow went the gander went too.

Years later the cows were sold and the gander wouldn’t be taken with. He said it wandered, pretty lonely for a while, then someone else asked to take it and that was that.

He also had a fawn pair up with a horse. He said he could take that horse anywhere and the deer would be right there too. When he finally sold the horse, he said he never saw the deer again either. (It was longer when he told it but the basics are there.)

I guess Wilma the chicken and Thomas the turkey weren’t such an odd couple after all.

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