8 days old...Twice the size

Saturday Quiz - Name That Tune

Livin' on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and cleanAnd now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath is hard as keroseneWeren't you mamma's only boy-oy, her favourite one it seemsShe began to cry when you said, good-bye, sank to your dream
Poncho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steelHe wore his gun outside his pants, for all the honest world to feelPoncho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in MexicoNobody heard his dyin' word, but that's the way it goes
All the Federales, they sayThey could have had him any dayThey only let him slip a-awayOut of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can't sing the blues, all night long like he used to The dust that Poncho bit down south, ended up in Lefty's mouthThe day they lay poor Poncho low, Lefty split for OhioWhere he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
All the Federales they say-ayWe could have had him any dayWe only let him slip a-awayOut of kindness I suppose
The poets tell how Poncho fe-ell, and Lefty's livin' in cheap hote-elsThe desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, and so the story ends we're toldPoncho needs your prayers, it's true, save a few for Lefty tooHe only did what he had to do, and now he's growin' old
All the Federales, they sayWe could have had him any dayThey only let him go so-o longOut of kindness I suppose
A few grey Federales, they say-ay-ayWe could have had him any dayWe only let him go so-o longOut of kindness I suppose



Winner gets one free item from the Institute.

Habeas Corpus, Restored - June 12, 2008

From the Latin; "you have the body"

A writ of habeas corpus is a judicial mandate to a prison official ordering that an inmate be brought to the court so it can be determined whether or not that person is imprisoned lawfully and whether or not he should be released from custody.

Justice Anthony M. Kennedy wrote for the court today:
“The laws and Constitution are designed to survive, and remain in force, in extraordinary times,”

Amen.

About the family.....

This is dad "Gracie". When we got him, he was supposed to be a girl Toulouse, but grew up to be a boy Chinese. He's very loud - true to the breed. He guides the crew everywhere and has been known to give credit to the term "goose". I haven't seen him sleep since the babies were born. He was standing here next to the pool and his legs were wobbling as he fought off the sleep he obviously needs. This little baby seems to usually be by his side.

They're much fluffier today - almost little round balls when they float around. No problems in the water - they lob right off the side of the pool into the water, and pop up like little bobbers. We had to put a brick on the first step so that they can get out. It's got to be twice as high as they are, but no problems, they jump right up.

The older geese "roll around" in the water to get their whole bodies wet. The picture above is one of the little ones doing the same - instinct is an amazing thing.....

This is mom - Professor S. Goose. You can see in this picture that she's missing her left wing. When she was a baby, it was bitten off by an alligator. She had a rough few months at the beginning. The two other geese we have bully her because of it, so having her own babies makes the experience that much more special. They adore her which is a sweet, sweet thing.

A BIG F U Harry!

Harry took the time today to eat the ever elusive Great Siren salamander. As seen here:

We have only had a few quick glimpses of the siren and we are sad that he is gone.

Great job Harry, you pig.

Day 4 and all is well~

Day 4 and so much has changed! These little ones are everywhere; they can hop, they can swim, they can run. The parents are unbelievably diligent in their guard over them. At any given time, they have the babies sandwiched between them and one of them is always standing at full attention, looking out for any possible predators. Goose is spending less and less time on the last egg and golf ball, having to choose between the lives that are here, and the one (or two as she thinks), that remain in her nest. When she is sitting, the babies crawl all over her. I went in this morning and one of them was standing on her head. When they do get tired, they crawl up under her wing so you can barely see them - this is when she seems the happiest (she literally purrs) and can close her eyes and rest.

Sunday Morning Swim Time