I LOVE duck - swimming in oil. Trouble is my wife won't entertain the idea. I cooked one with my late father once. So rich with all that fat and jelly - I spent the next three days fighting for my breath - lol I've never had goose though - what does it taste like? Don't tell me - it tastes like goose!
We once rescued a young Canada Goose that was thrown, quite literally out of a car window right in the middle of moorland about thirty miles from the nearest river or lake. It was in a bit of a state - totally disorientated. Kept pecking me and then trying to befriend me at the same time. We cut short our day out and drove to the nearest river but too many kids were trying to catch it and take it home to Mum, so in the end we found a reservoir where there were about thirty or forty Canada Geese all in the centre. The woman at the office told me to wade out with it a couple of feet and then hide. This we did, and watched from behind a tree. It swam towards the others, not all of whom took kindly to it, but it would just have to fight its way in on the heirachy and survive. It did. Within an hour it was a safe distance from the rest of them gradually inching it's way further as it's confidence grew. I must admit I went back to where we were staying just a little bit quieter for in those five hours I had already begun to grow quite fond of it. It wouldn't have taken an awful lot for me to have decided there was nowhere for it to go, and adopt it, but I know that would have been wrong. I have several photo's of Hermes - messenger of the Gods, and a happy memory. The state of the car, though! Hermes was definitely NOT house trained!
