Fionna Goosefeathers II reports,,,

Greetings and a hearty honk, honk, dear reader!.

Tis I, Fionna Goosefeathers II,
 standing in today for the intrepid gossip columnist,Mavis Mudd . Mavis is indisposed and has taken a leave of absence in order to raise her 2 new baby chickpeas.

Of course, what Mavis does not know, is that those 2 chickpea eggs were slyly slipped into her nest by the Mistress of the Manor, whilst her ACTUAL eggs were snatched and turned into french toast batter! The Mistress confided in me that she didn't need any more little "mutt" chicks running about the place. So she sneakily replaced the mutt eggs with  big pink Buff eggs and  big brown Rhode Island Red eggs and Mavis took the bait! The odd thing is not so much that only 2 eggs hatched out of 20, but that Mavis Mudd did not even notice the "slight of hand"....(and she thinks she is sooo smart!)

  (Oh my, I am really beginning to get the hang of this gossip writing!)

Maybe we should call her Mavis MUTT!!! Ha, ha... I think I do have a real knack for this.

Well , at least Mavis has had a chance to raise yet ANOTHER family. While I, alas, seem destined to remain a spinster... and I am almost 1 year old!

My dreamboat Hamish has been stringing me along with all his talk of running away together to "live happily ever after" in the cattails.

The fact is. he is a wanderer,

and would much rather hang with his buddies, swill a few jugs of aged creekwater and gamble on crawdad races. And when he does accompany me on a swim  UP  and DOWN Wee Minnow Brook, his buddies insist on coming along!

How can a poor little goose girl have romance when her dearly beloved is one of the 3 Musketeers?

Not only that, I don't like the way they all ogle those Canadian Geese Ladies as they fly overhead....it is simply indecent!  

  Oh why, oh why, do I love him so??!!

 It must be that magnificent profile.....

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It is a good thing I have these teen aged orphaned ducks to look after...

they really need a stern hand....er.. foot. They are such little hooligans, it is all I can do to keep them from running a muck... the Mistress calls them the "wattle and a quack, quack gang".

 It seems that love is in the air, the bluebirds have been checking out all the available real estate for nest building...

 There are plenty of houses available

.And plenty of bird folk flying high above to fill those houses...

I wonder what it is like to fly, My wings will only take me 2 feet off the ground and cover a distance of 6 feet.  It is like hopscotch in the air... Oh, I do wish I could fly.

 The Mistress potting shed has turned into a nursery for sitting hens.... she is quite perturbed, I can tell you.

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"There are 4 nesting boxes up in that big beautiful barn and  you girls choose to sit in my pine needle mulch!"

"That's right, cackled Plain Jane Black, beneath her breath," We know a cozy spot when we see it."

Say, didn't Jane just raise 4 youngsters less than 3 months back.... what gives??

  
And now for the sad news,

Poor little Jangles has lost his sweetheart MIA

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They were mates for two years and one night she mysteriously disappeared.. Just like Winston did one week earlier! Oh dear... it makes me worry that someday I may just disappear.... in the dead of night.... and never be heard of again.... and then, AND THEN, what will become of the "wattle and a quack, quack gang"??!! It sends shivers up and down my back feathers.

  Jangles is so terribly distraught WITH HIS LOSS, that the Mistress is purchasing for him 3 new wives!!!

But they will never take the place of our dear MIA. 

While the Peabody boys have just realized that they have no one to woo.. but chicken ladies...

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 Hans has a better plan.

He is sending away for a mail order bride via the Sears and Robuck catalog,. Not exactly where I would shop for a mate... but what do  I know,  I am just a little spinster goose in love with a cad. 

 Well, that just about covers the important gossip this week. This is Fionna Goosefeathers II, keeping my ears and eyes open till we meet again.