Barf.

Today my mom and I went to get some coffee at our local Starbucks and then went to the grocery store. We do this a lot whenever I'm home. Get coffee, sit, chat, eat a cookie, then go to the grocery store to figure out what to have for dinner. It's very nice.

But today, we came out of Starbucks and saw a young lady holding what looked like a baby duck. So, we went over to her and said "oh that's so cute!!" and all that. Because, well, baby ducks are cute. Turns out it's not a baby duck, it's a baby goose. It's fluff was kind of a lime green color with black speckles. A little weird looking but still cute. The girl said it had just hatched that day. Apparently this little goose's mother died and this girl saved the egg and hatched it or whatever.

Now, that's all fine and good. Then someone asked how she'd been feeding it. She said that she chews up crackers and spits the remnants into the little goose's mouth. Okay.. does she think she's a bird? And then she proceeded to give us a demonstration and stuck the bird's beak in her mouth. "Like this, then he will open his mouth and take the food." Basically it looked like she was french kissing a goose.

That's love and dedication for you.