#domestic goose

[stickynotebirds]

274. Domestic Goose

[vintagewildlife]

Pomeranian geese By: Richard Roadnight & Michael Roberts From: Domestic Duck and Geese in Colour 1986

[cllooouuuu]

Guys… I invented a new creature.

Soose is love, soose is life.

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Oie domestique - Elle est domestiquée en Egypte depuis le IIIème siècle avant Jésus Christ, peut être même avant.

Lieu : Parc Charles Fenain - Douai

BONNE ANNEE A TOUS !

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October 26, 2021

Phoenix Zoo

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What a lovely set of chompers this baby has

Image from twitter.com

[rattyexplores]

Gruiformes: Porphyrio melanotus

Gruiformes: Gallinula tenebrosa

Anseriformes: Anser anser domesticus × anser cygnoides domesticus

Anseriformes: Chenonetta jubata

Gruiformes: Gallinula tenebrosa

Gruiformes: Fulica atra, note the wacky feet

Anseriformes: Anas superciliosa ssp. superciliosa

Charadriiformes: Chroicocephalus novaehollandiae

Columbiformes: Ocyphaps lophotes

Various southern bird life, and some GIF footage.

25/03/23 - Aves spp. - Wollongong, urban botanical garden

[ghouljams]

So glad I’m finally getting notifications!! I go through your blog like it’s the morning paper 💕

Happy belated 4th of July!!🦅 It’s the only day out of the year I’m patriotic lol. May I ask how crazy our cowboys got for the holiday??

It is a recent but honored Price family tradition that Soap and Goose almost burn down the barn every fourth. This is Ghost's first year seeing it actually happen.

"I assume you're both tired of having 10 fingers," Simon tells you nice and even, watching you and Soap tie cakes and mortars together.

"Haven't lost one yet," Soap responds at the same time you remind Simon,

"We've got a bucket of water nearby."

"Look we're at least a hundred extra feet from the barn this year, I've got a nice long fuse, nobody is losing any fingers." Soap nods, you nod.

"If you set the barn on fire again you're going on probation." Price gripes sitting back in his lawn chair. You give an affronted gasp and he nods solemnly, "both of you, shit mucking for the next month."

"I am your pride and joy!" You tell him.

"You're a fire hazard," you dad tells you, smoking a cigar on the edge of your safety perimeter. You don't think he fails to see the irony in that statement, but you do think he chooses to ignore it.

"I think it's a deserved punishment," Simon nods, Soap at least has the decency to glare at him for agreeing.

"We're not gonna catch the bard on fire, we've got plennae of room." Soap twists the last of the fuses together and inspects his work. "Somebody get Gaz out of the house, he's going to miss the show."

"Think that's the point," Simon mumbles as you go to drag your last guest off the porch.

"You're both insane," Gaz gripes, putting up more of a fight than you'd thought.

"Quit being a baby, nobody's ever been exploded before." You tell him, enjoying the noise Gaz makes at your joke.

"Ha ha, you're so funny," Gaz drags his feet as you tug him closer to the lawn chairs, "people die Goose, people die every year because of shit like that," he points at your explosive pyre.

"And yet you always have fun when we do this," you roll your eyes, pushing him down into the seat you'd put out for him.

"I really do," he settles into the lawn chair and takes the offered beer from your dad. You're pretty sure Gaz only puts up a fight to pretend so he can pretend he wasn't a cheering party when something unintended catches on fire.

"Alright everyone back up, I'm lighting this beauty." Soap announces, you grab Simon's hand and drag him back to the lawn chairs, sitting him down next to Gaz. His hands grab for your hips to pull you into his lap.

"Watch those hands Lieutenant," your dad barks. Simon's hands fly away from you, raised by his head like Daddy might point a gun at him to enforce the rule.

"I gotta be on stand by with the water anyway," you whisper to Simon, "but maybe I'll knock later?" He smiles behind his mask, eyes narrowing just enough to tell you what you already knew as he takes your hand in his.

"Doors always open." There's unspoken "for you" that settles between you two. Simon presses your knuckles against his mask, gentle and affectionate. He doesn't let anyone else into his private space as readily as he does you. Even Soap still knocks.

Speaking of Soap. The man of the hour strikes a hot match and lights the first fuse, jogging over to safety with the rest of you. He gives you a thumbs up.

The first mortar ignights and shoots a stream of blue into the sky. The loud bang-pop of the explosion echoing in your ribs. The flower of sparks fizzles and another shoots up behind it. Then a cake goes off and sparks fly like feathers shoot a high train that almost instantly ignights the next mortar to send more pops into the sky. Another jet of purple sparks from the cake sets off a Roman candle. The 'tump' of it shooting flares up is offset by the crackling of another fuse burning and-

"That's not supposed to happen," Soap mumbles, watching two more mortars and another Roman candle light.

The five of you watch solemnly as a flare from the Roman candle soars over your heads and onto the roof of the barn. Simon drops your hand as you watch the sparks try to catch on the tar, short bursts of flame lighting up the roof. Your dad sighs and dials the fire department as Gaz runs for the hose.

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Bradley grows up in the front seat of his mom's car and in the backseat of his uncle Tom's - soon to be called Pops - car. If Mav had a driver's licence, he would probably have sat a little here and a little there. It becomes part of his universe, and Bradley will end up cherishing every single conversation he had with both of them while they were driving. He won't get the chance to drive his mom around, to young to even reach all the pedals, but he is going to be old and capable enough to drive his pops to the hospital and back every time he needs to, and he will confine dad in the back because he made the mistake of having him in the front once and he got this close to stopping and leaving him miles from home.

At some point, it becomes pretty normal for Ice to sit on the back with Mav just so they can have a conversation, all three of them, with Maverick translating Ice's sign language.

[staticevent]

mother goose (a story about fear, silence, being all alone in the world, and eventually realizing that you never actually were. // comic text included in alt)

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chugging out art here is the completed gamtav drawing that got me into homestuck a month ago. i was gonna update the sketch but i decided to leave it as is i just love it so much

domestic gamtav for the feed and anyone who needs some fluff rn cause i know i do :,)

edit: gamzee is like those wet cat pictures btw

[stickynotebirds]

228. Domestic Goose

[vintagewildlife]

Pilgrim geese By: Richard Roadnight & Michael Roberts From: Domestic Duck and Geese in Colour 1986

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Oie domestique - Elle peut distendre son œsophage sans douleur et stocker énormément de gras dans son foie sans provoquer d'état pathologique. Cela lui permet voler longtemps sans manger. C'est également pour cela que l'on a choisi de gaver les palmipèdes pour produire du foie gras.

Lieu : Parc Charles Bertin

[24hrfrog]

Thoughts on goose/slider? 👀

Banger ship.

Slider calls him “babygorl” for shits and gigs a joke originally

He loves it when Goose sings, Goose loves it when Slider tries to sing along

Lotta physical affection from Slider and words of affirmation from Goose, random ass grabs from Slider ong, lotta goodnight kisses

Slider petted(?) Goose’s stache at least once when he grew it LMAO

Come on they definitely flew together as a duo AT LEAST once

Goose makes fun of the VERY little height he has on Slider (Slider is 6’1 and Goose 6’2)

Slider drags Goose to the gym, they’re a workout couple— Goose cheers him on and Slider forces Goose to join AHHA

They get married a few months after Goose’s training accident with Mav (HE SURVIVED SLUTS.)

Slider proposed with no plan and a ring he got from a candy machine, he looked like a goofball but Goose accepted (they got a actual ring later lol)

You can bet Slider cried at the wedding

They adopted a kid named Bradley after leaving the Navy— Slider was shocked at the slight resemblance he and Goose shared

Later into their life Slider and Goose opened up their own diner along the boardwalk/beach that Goose mainly managed while Slider flew commercial, domestic flights normally but every so often longer routes— he would also bring back souvenirs and promised to take them on vacations to the places he flew, told a lot of stories to Bradley

Bradley grew up fine, Mav and Ice visited as often as they could along with the rest of the ‘86 class, a lot of reunions took place at the diner

They watched Bradley grow up and become a pilot, Slider kept his promises and took Goose on a long vacation trip once Bradley was out of the house, they sent a lot of postcards to friends of where they were

(Oh but Slider also took Bradley on family vacations! He didn’t get left out, just when they were hitting retirement did Goose and Slider go their own way still keeping in touch and checking up)

They sleep on their side facing each other because when Bradley was small he would fit inbetween them and it just became a habit

Slider still calls Goose babygorl

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