Erin Miller

After writing my entry on los animales de honduras, I realized that I actually left out all sorts of daily interactions with animals. I was able to add the part about the horse blocking my passage through the gate infront of our house. But I feel like el ganso deserves an entry of her own. Of all the animals at my host family’s house, the goose was one of my favorites. When someone walked outside with a plate full of old vegetables and fruits, the goose would start quacking loudly, screaming in excitement. Yesterday, I brought home the old and smashed strawberries from lunch to give to el ganso. But when I asked our housekeeper if I could take them outside for the goose, she said “No, you can’t.” “Por que?” “The goose died.” She said it so casually that I initially thought she was kidding. We remain unsure of what caused the death, the goose was only 2 years old. Apparently the family use to have two geese, but the dog Bola (the one that now has a brood of puppies) ate one of them when she was a puppy. Anyways, me gustó el ganso, and I am sad that she is gone.