Sally, the Toulouse Goose, has been laying on eggs in the little pasture fort now for three weeks. Last night she got off for a few minutes, and was greeted with a cacophony from the other three Toulouse as she went for food and water. Taking advantage of her momentary excercise, I walked over to take a look at the nest. Lucky I looked up because a Goose Missile was barreling towards me ninety miles an hour, neck outstretched and beak open, hissing! I rapidly vacated the straw fort and left Sally to her motherly ministrations!