Comet, the old goose who lives here, has her days numbered, unfortunately. It's not like we are going to kill Comet. I wish it was, because then we could decide not to do her in.
On Tuesday evening, when Jason was holding Comet, we noticed that Comet was panting heavily. Comet couldn't have been panting from exhaustion, and she wasn't panting from fright, either.
Whan we were almost done with chores, Dad, Jason and I examined Comet. I held Comet while Jason held her beak open and Dad and Jason looked down her throat. It turned out that Comet had grain in her throat. It also turned out that that was an indication that Comet had grain in her lungs.
Comet has stopped panting by now and I am just waiting for her to get pneumonia.
We think that when it Comet was eating (on Tuesday) she breathed in at the same time and the grain went with the air to her lungs.
I feel so sorry for Comet. I so hope she lives.
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