Life in Lizzy's Eyes

My grandparents worked hard their whole lives. Even when they should have been retired, they continued to work at the turkey plant near their farm and tend to the animals they raised. Chickens for the eggs and geese (I don’t want to know what for), but my Grandma always told me it was for pets. I have a sneaking suspicion she lied. Especially after one particular Christmas dinner. She cooked all day and then put the goose onto the table. I asked what it was and she told me. I refused to eat it and cried the entire meal. If this isn’t a surefire way to upset a Grandma, I don’t know what is. She never ever served goose again.
I spent one summer helping my Grandma incubate, hatch and raise the goslings from the time they left the shell. I remember that I accidentally spoiled one of the goslings and he would cry at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night. Grandma looked at me and said “You spoiled him; you get up and feed him.” Little did she know I absolutely treasured that time and would have done it anyway. Geese are very smart creatures and are often not given the credit they are due. They are conniving, clever and manipulative. They are also loving and loyal until the day they die. That particular gaggle that I helped raise always remembered me and would run to the fence whenever I came back to the farm.