He gets to drive his brother and cousin around in the gator, play in the bucket of water, and just generally run around. The other night he was put in charge of a new task: goose wrangler. This is the resident goose.
This goose is one tough hombre. He is the last goose standing from his entire clan, and he is kind of a cranky old cuss who does as he pleases.
It is a shame he's beyond his prime to be sitting on the table at Christmas. Goose decided it was time to get his feet wet in the garden tromping all over the mounds of newly planted pumpkins and tramping through the newly planted corn.
So the other night Gabe was put to work wrangling the goose, helping to keep it out of the garden. Gabe thought it was hilarious to chase down the goose and soon found out how quick it could move.
The other job I put Gabe to work doing that night was container pick up as I planted the tomatoes and herbs.
I chronicled his fine work and he was soon asking for his picture to be taken, resulting in this cheese hound.
Alan started constructing our industrial strength custom tomato cages.
As Alan placed them around the tomatoes Gabe asked what they were as he was picking up discarded containers. I described them as best I could to a three going on four year old.
"Gabe," I said, "those are tomato jungle gyms."
He figured it out right quick as he asked, "are the tomatoes going to climb them?"
3 comments:
He's not afraid of the goose?
No fear. He knows not the Eeeper!
Lucky kid.
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