Hypsipyle sets she-shells by the sis-shore

Hypsipyle on the nest was bad enough.  She's cantankerous and makes stealing her eggs pretty difficult…but it was still do-able.  All I had to do was keep an eye out for when she took some time out for a bath, a drink, or a bit of birdseed.  Now all that has changed…

…because now the two geese are sister – setting.  Both of them on the nest, jostling and honking and keeping their eggs safe.  Now there is never a moment when I can liberate the eggs, the two feathered watchfowl are not to be tampered with, will not be turned from their warm-belly duties.

I'm not taking all the hissing and honking personally, because the two, once loving geese, are casting a jaded eye on the whole universe – not just me.

They really hate when the chickens venture into the little cage beside their nest.  They hiss and peck at Calliope and the shades who keep just out of  range of the serrated beaks.

The only good thing about all this is that the eggs aren't fertilized and so we don't have that panicked, "Ohgodwehavetogetthoseeggsouttathere!" feeling when we had poor Goosteau about – fearing we'd end up with a yard filled with little Goosteaus, who would get big, and take over the neighborhood.

Still, I miss nice Hypsipyle. Guess it will be about a month before she gives up on the dud eggs.  Wonder if they'll explode by then?