my cell phone rings when i am on the way to work this morning...it is work calling, i am not late yet, in fact i am going to be early!
"hey carol, did you remember we changed you to afternoons?"...crap!
i went to work anyway and did a couple of things and then headed out to chilliwack to get our new goose.
i got a 3rd or 4th hand version of what the vet had to say, they did bring the xrays tho so that was good. apparently she has a load of metal sitting in her gut, i guess the geese pick it up and swallow it when they are foraging for food. the vet said it should pass. i am looking at the xray and i can see the metal but it looks like it is in her leg to me cuz i know squat about geese and their physiology.
so i decide to whip her home and then pop over to one of our clinics so they can explain to me how that honking big ball of metal is supposed to make its way out of her. i go to the pounds van to grab mother goose and i had to do a double take cuz in the carrier was a duck.
crap! mother goose is now mother duck!!!
i settle her at home and then rush in to start my shift and call the clinic to see if dave will educate and explain his opinion based on her xray.
so that metal is not in her gut, it is in fact in her leg which means some bastard shot her and i hope he shoots himself in the foot.
AND, she still has growth plates on every single bone which means our goose who is really a duck is also a baby which further means she can't be named mother duck.
saints welcomes our new lame duck who despite all my best efforts is currently without a name.