Paging Mr Gray!

If you don't read John Gray's blog, you are doing yourself a disservice. John writes with humor, grit, and compassion about life, love, and work in, as he puts it, "a tiny Welsh village". One of my favorite recurring topics on his blog is his adoption of Camilla, a foundling Canada goose (Branta canadensis), far from her ancestral homeland. I don't know if John is in the market for another Canada goose, but I almost tripped over an injured goose while walking on a very slippery site on a beautiful moonlit night. I managed to "herd" the goose to one of our buildings, where it would be able to take shelter:

Here's a closeup of the bird's head

The flash produced a nice eyeshine in the goose's eye, but nothing on a slow lotis' eyeshine.

I'd ship the goose to John at Trelawnyd, but the freight costs would be prohibitive. I left a note for the day shift, and left out a list of animal rehabilitators that we keep in our logbook. Usually, with a wild goose, the rehabilitator will release the bird back on our property (though certain of my coworkers would no doubt prefer relocation). There's a slim chance that this goose would end up as a roommate for our old friend George.