Streams of Consciousness & Thoughts~~~

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My family and I went down to the river. I hear this high pitched kind of repetitive cry, so I look over and there is a baby goose on the river swimming towards us, obviously too young to be on its on and separated from its mother.There is a dam and a walkbridge that separates the lower river from the upper river, so he must have fallen over the dam into the lower river. I tried a few times to get the baby goose to come to me so I could pick it up and take it to its mom (whom I found with several other baby geese on the upper side, above the dam), but it swam away when I got too close. I went so far as to try and find a mother goose call on Youtube to play for it to encourage it towards me (it did not work). :rolleyes:

I tried to enlist the help of my family, but they all insisted there was nothing I could do. I couldn't very well swim after it (though I was prepared to, it wasn't that far from the shore but I would have needed help corralling him), I didn't have a net to catch him or bread to entice him. So, I was left walking away, hearing him still crying. My dad brought up a good point, that once the people were gone in the evening, the mother and other babies would likely walk up the hill, across the walkway, and down to the other side where he was (the lower side of the river, after the dam).

But just hearing him, crying, knowing where his mom was and knowing I could help him but also couldn't, left me close to tears.

It makes me want to do wildlife rehabilitation as a career. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Maybe I'll look into that.
 
Ugly said:
Mines sleek though. Nice. Not some squishy squirrel butt. eewww
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*blinks*
*crickets in the background*

You know those times when you walk into a room where people are talking and you catch a bit of a conversation out of context and immediately regret hearing it?

This is one of those times.

*backs out of thread slowly*
 
rachelsedge said:
My family and I went down to the river. I hear this high pitched kind of repetitive cry, so I look over and there is a baby goose on the river swimming towards us, obviously too young to be on its on and separated from its mother.There is a dam and a walkbridge that separates the lower river from the upper river, so he must have fallen over the dam into the lower river. I tried a few times to get the baby goose to come to me so I could pick it up and take it to its mom (whom I found with several other baby geese on the upper side, above the dam), but it swam away when I got too close. I went so far as to try and find a mother goose call on Youtube to play for it to encourage it towards me (it did not work). :rolleyes:

I tried to enlist the help of my family, but they all insisted there was nothing I could do. I couldn't very well swim after it (though I was prepared to, it wasn't that far from the shore but I would have needed help corralling him), I didn't have a net to catch him or bread to entice him. So, I was left walking away, hearing him still crying. My dad brought up a good point, that once the people were gone in the evening, the mother and other babies would likely walk up the hill, across the walkway, and down to the other side where he was (the lower side of the river, after the dam).

But just hearing him, crying, knowing where his mom was and knowing I could help him but also couldn't, left me close to tears.

It makes me want to do wildlife rehabilitation as a career. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Maybe I'll look into that.
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Geese are pretty mean.. so had you caught the chick and carried it over. you would have taken a good chance of being attacked by momma.

And yes when everyone went away, the momma would have just came back over and got the chick
 
Loveneverfails said:
*blinks*
*crickets in the background*

You know those times when you walk into a room where people are talking and you catch a bit of a conversation out of context and immediately regret hearing it?

This is one of those times.

*backs out of thread slowly*
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That would explain your avatar as well. ;)
 
I've now had 5 different people tell me today- in the last hour- that I look like ten miles of rough road, or some variation thereof.

That's some kind of record for me.

...neat.
 
rachelsedge said:
My family and I went down to the river. I hear this high pitched kind of repetitive cry, so I look over and there is a baby goose on the river swimming towards us, obviously too young to be on its on and separated from its mother.There is a dam and a walkbridge that separates the lower river from the upper river, so he must have fallen over the dam into the lower river. I tried a few times to get the baby goose to come to me so I could pick it up and take it to its mom (whom I found with several other baby geese on the upper side, above the dam), but it swam away when I got too close. I went so far as to try and find a mother goose call on Youtube to play for it to encourage it towards me (it did not work). :rolleyes:

I tried to enlist the help of my family, but they all insisted there was nothing I could do. I couldn't very well swim after it (though I was prepared to, it wasn't that far from the shore but I would have needed help corralling him), I didn't have a net to catch him or bread to entice him. So, I was left walking away, hearing him still crying. My dad brought up a good point, that once the people were gone in the evening, the mother and other babies would likely walk up the hill, across the walkway, and down to the other side where he was (the lower side of the river, after the dam).

But just hearing him, crying, knowing where his mom was and knowing I could help him but also couldn't, left me close to tears.

It makes me want to do wildlife rehabilitation as a career. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Maybe I'll look into that.
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growing up in very rural and rugged areas, i've been in those situations many, many, many times and they are truly heartbreaking. it's very difficult for me to walk away from those things too.

what i can say, is that without the proper equipment and knowledge, most of those "trying to help" scenarios usually backfire and create bigger problems for the baby or injured (or you).

i probably could fill a book with all of my catastrophes, minor injuries & scrapes, near misses, failures and successes that have happened to me while trying to play the rescuer of the wildlife. : )

on an unrelated note: women who can't walk in heels without looking like they're about to topple over or appear as if to be walking in an earthquake should stay closer to the ground.

and why do you need to be in 5" platform shoes at the fred meyers anyway???

just saying.
 
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