
Hi,
I am a Toulouse goose.
I stand tall and proud with feathers of a beautiful grey tapestry. From my regal neck to my sturdy webbed feet, I exude an air of grace & poise.
A lot of people find me intimidating because I am such a large bird. Some even say I am scary because it looks like I have teeth. It’s cartilage...I have some on my tongue, too. I use it to chew grass. No matter how daunting I might appear, I need to be protected from other animals, which includes your species.
I began my life, hatched from an egg, on a poultry farm in New England. I am what is referred to as a ‘meat breed’. I was raised on the farm specifically to become a holiday dinner.
A Christmas goose.
I lived with hundreds of other geese inside electric pens with no shelters.
The ground was packed down and barren. We were given no hay for nesting.
I saw the majority, before me, be taken from our pen as time went by.
One day, in early November, with only a few of us remaining someone came with a large cardboard box and took me, and another goose.
We were terrified.
But…………..
We were released into an acre of fenced in lawn, woods and rocks.
I had a lot to learn about this world. Like:
My name is Abernathy
Human hands aren’t all mean.
Airplanes aren’t going to harm me.
Dogs aren’t all predators..,I mean, sure, they’re jerks sometimes.
I have my own pool!
No matter how much I eat, there will always be food so i don’t have to eat fast or fight for my meals.
I have a goose friend, and 8 duck friends.
We have a heated winter bowl so we had water even when it’s freezing.
I like to eat snow and crunch ice
I like to chew on twigs and play with dog toys.
I am incredibly intelligent, & as a result I am very sensitive.
I am purely herbivorous.
I am funny
I am smart
I am loved
I have forgotten what it was like to be a nameless commodity.

©Heidi Coon, 2024
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