Hi there blogging world. This is Angel Osboer here. I am one of Cutie's twins. I thought I'd take a turn at writing today. I have a lot to say. My twin sister, Vixen, and I used to be the top kids here. The human and her mom would come and give us bottles and treat us so well. Now, we're nothing. We've been replaced by those kids of Mabel's.
Look at that. They get all the attention now. I haven't even gotten my bottle in two days. The human says we're so big that we don't need a bottle anymore. But I WANT my bottle. It's not fair. We're still cute. We holler and holler. I know the human can hear us because we inherited our grandpa Ozzy Osboer's giant yell. You can hear it all over the farm. I just don't get why she's ignoring us.
Not only do we have Mabel's babies to put up with, but more goslings hatched. The two moms and two dads with the five babies are not happy that the third mom hatched three more babies.
The big babies and other parents are not very nice to the little babies. The human says they need to go on Craig's List, whatever that is. I just hope it means there are going to be fewer geese. They try to eat our corn. I don't know why the human doesn't put all of our food in the pans instead of throwing some of it on the ground. We have to sort through the grass and fight with the geese to find it.
Oh, look at me up on the top of the world. Well, it feels like the top of the world when I play up there. I can see the happenings all around the farm, even in the yard. The human spent a lot of time in there today. She was planting a garden. I hope we get all the good stuff she was planting: peppers and tomatoes and zucchini.
What do you suppose will grow from that big black seed? I bet it isn't a green bean.
Does he look like he's ready to move and let them finish planting my yummy munchies? I don't think so.
There's Mushu. At least he was helping from the fence row, not the garden row. I like it when he isn't barking at us. I run when he gets close. You'd think he was actually trying to scare us and make us run. Well, my mom says it's bed time, so good night. Thanks to my half-aunt Millie for letting me talk tonight.