#Gooseday gooseday gooseday

[theonewithallthefixations]

Gooseday noun

‘güs-dē

:a day that doesn’t feel like the day of the week it actually is, must be agreed upon by two or more people

I woke up this morning, and I could’ve sworn it was Monday, but it’s Wednesday! What a gooseday!

[rabbitcruiser]

Goose Day  

National Goose Day is celebrated on September 29 every year. Also known as Michaelmas Day, the holiday initially celebrated the Archangel Michael but later became associated with geese because the date coincided with rent day in medieval England. Geese were a common form of payment, and many a citizen paid off their landlord with a goose tucked under their arm. Today the holiday is an excuse to munch on some tender roast goose, a bird that’s not eaten as frequently nowadays. No matter how you choose to celebrate, enjoy International Happy Goose Day!

History of National Goose Day

Egyptians were among the first civilizations to domesticate geese some 3,000 years ago. They captured thousands of the birds in nets, kept them in pens, and bred them for meat and eggs. Goose was a delicacy only the wealthy merchants and nobility could afford. In the 4th century in France, locals told the story of St. Martin of Tours and his geese. Martin did not want to be a bishop, and on the day of his appointment, he locked himself inside a barn. The honking was so loud that the geese drew the congregation to the barn, where they discovered Martin hiding. Martin became a bishop in 327 A.D. The goose was the traditional bird eaten by the Christian faithful on his feast day on November 11.

The first informal Goose Day in the U.S. was celebrated in Pennsylvania, in the Juniata River Valley. A Dutchman named Andrew Pontius employed Archibald Hunter, and their contract stated that Pontius would settle payments on September 29. Hunter appeared on Pontius’ doorstep with a goose on the day of payment. He explained to his employer that geese were good luck symbols for the coming year.

This is how the tradition of Goose Day caught on in America, starting in the Juniata River Valley. In 1973, International Goose Day was officially celebrated in Mifflin County, and in 1976, Juniata County followed suit. Since then, International Happy Goose Day has been observed annually on September 29.

National Goose Day timeline

3,000 Years Ago

Geese in Egypt

Ancient Egyptians domesticate geese.

17th Century

A Goose For Christmas

In London, geese become a popular Christmas dish.

1843

A Christmas Carol

Ebenezer Scrooge presents a goose for Christmas dinner.

1856

“The Food of London”

According to George Dodd’s “The Food of London,” 888,000 geese are sold every year, compared to 69,000 turkeys.

National Goose Day FAQs

Do geese have teeth?

No, geese do not have teeth.

How long do geese live?

Canadian geese live between 10 to 24 years, while swan geese live for 20 years.

Do geese mate for life?

Geese mate for life, and it’s rare for them to split up.

National Goose Day Activities

Roast a goose: Roast goose has a gamey but intense flavor comparable to dark meat like beef. Now is the perfect time to give it a try.

Fry a goose egg omelet: Goose eggs are larger and richer in flavor compared to chicken eggs. A goose egg omelet is sure to be a tasty treat.

Sharing is caring: Give your friends, family, neighbors, and coworkers some succulent goose meat to sample. They’ll love it, and you get to introduce one more person to this delicious fowl.

5 Great Facts About Geese

Imprinting on moving objects: Goslings will imprint on the first suitable moving stimulus, whether it's a mother goose, a human being, or an object.

Geese are territorial: Geese are fiercely protective of their territory, making them good guard animals on a farm.

Geese are the largest waterfowl: Aside from swans, geese are the largest waterfowl.

They are loyal: Geese mate for life and are very protective of their partners and offspring.

Goose alarm: In ancient Rome, geese were used to alert the citizens of the Gaulish invasions.

Why We Love National Goose Day

Goose meat is juicier: Farmers often joke that geese are the pigs of the air, bred to be lard animals. This means their meat is juicy and tender. You won’t need any gravy.

They have a unique taste: Geese absorb the flavor of whatever they eat in their body fat. Breeds like Black Brant are prized for this reason. Fed on eelgrass or wild celery diet, they’re pretty popular on the West Coast.

It’s a welcome change: People don’t eat goose as much as they used to. It’s a nice change if you’re bored of eating chicken or turkey all the time.

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International Happy Goose Day Messages & Greetings

This day originated in the medieval England and is now celebrated across the world as the day to roast and enjoy goose with our loved ones. We bring to you the newest collection of Happy International Goose Day messages and wishes to share.

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #GooseDay 🪿:

Kyriak Kostandi (Ukrainian, 1852-1921)

Geese, 1913

Oil on canvas, h 45,5, w 35,8

National Art Museum of Ukraine

“A decisive step on mastering atmospheric effects was taken by Kiriak Kostandi, representative of the Society of South-Russian Artists founded by Odesa painters in 1890. He abandoned the monochrome colour gamut of the Peredvizhniki in favour of the bright painterly idiom in which the sunlight with its rich colour reflexes became the determinative factor.”

[onse-chill]

Happy Gooseday everybody 🥳

[rwrbficrecs]

Soulmate Recs Part 1

Red, White & Royal Goose by fairestfaerie

Happy Gooseday Alex Claremont-Diaz!Or, the First Prince soulmate goose AU that literally no one asked for.

Original prompt: soulmate au where one person finds a goose who leads them to the other person. the difficulty comes in not being mauled by a goose

Call Me By My Name by clottedcreamfudge

The fucked up thing is that this isn’t the kind of world where you can ‘not believe’ in soulmates; they’re a scientific fact. There have been studies, there’s a science dedicated to it - Alignment Science, which is just about the biggest heap of bullshit Alex has ever heard - and it is literally just how the world works.

Nobody has been able to adequately explain to him, however, how you end up with your soulmate’s name in your subconscious when you’re born, or why this is the way you have to get it out.

Alex doesn't believe in soulmates, and Henry doesn't believe in the likelihood of finding his. Enter: coffee shops.

Meet Your Match by allmylovesatonce

Alex had first learned about soulmarks when he was 10. June had just turned 13 and had woken up that morning with her soulmark. The two of them sat at the dinner table, in awe of the mark on her wrist. It was delicate and pretty. Three hearts intertwined like a triple infinity sign. Alex was almost envious. He wanted to know who his soulmate was so badly and he wouldn't get his mark for another 3 years.

If you feel the way I do by everwitch

It's apparently true, what they say about soulmates. Once your sixteenth birthday has passed and you find yourself in their presence, close enough for your soulbond to come alive, you'll be able to feel it. You'll simply know.

Henry knows, all right.

He opens his eyes, his heart beating madly in his chest as he looks across the cafeteria. His gaze is drawn to a presence that he can feel so completely, now, almost like it's become part of himself, like a piece he's been missing. He blinks, slowly, as he meets the wide eyes of another boy.

It's Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Henry's breath hitches. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

[honks-n-stonks]

HEEYYYYY

so since yesterday was my birthday, I thought it'd be fun to do a magma!!!

If you're joining, please make sure to say who you are in chat as I believe my friend put perms on this thing!! Just so that nobody comes in and tries anything funny, y'know? And especially if you appear as "anon" if you don't have an account with Magma OR your username is different on magma

Have fun, and draw whatever the hell you want!! I'll see if I can also get some extra canvas's up.... https://magma.com/d/iRGvUsUH1n

[superstrijder00]

hyperspecific day of the week holidays e.g. flat fuck friday

Get better irl friends. My friend group has Sunday Bunday, Frog Wednesday, and Gooseday Tuesday

i love how everyone on this website interacts with each other in ways that are so socially impermissible irl. how did we get here

[sensitiveheartless]

@originalartblog, ok so your tags on the last goosamu post sent me down another rabbit hole—

So here is more fanart of @originalartblog's Dazai Goosamu design because I can't stop thinking about this AU

Early double black missions in this au are just. So inherently funny help

[theoperativeword]

I totally have a Soulmate-Goose-of-Destiny fic with (duh) FL4ne. It's short and sweet and very confusing for FL4K, who thinks that just because they're a robot, they're beyond the reach of all that. Sorry not sorry! 

Sneak peek under the cut!

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FL4K had just departed the spaceship when the goose made itself known.

The trip to Pandora had been dull, and they were eager to disembark and begin hunting for the Crimson Raider recruitment center. According to one of the crew, the small town was only a few miles from the landing site. FL4K had anticipated the journey to be half a day’s travel at most.

They had not anticipated to be greeted by a goose upon their arrival.

The loud, sudden honk caused FL4K and the other exiting passengers to stop and look around warily. Standing before them was a large, white-feathered bird that had been conspicuously absent seconds ago. At this close distance, the serrated edges of its orange beak are easily visible. This species is familiar to FL4K, which makes its presence on the gangplank all the more confusing.

“Geese are not native to Pandora,” they observed.

The woman behind FL4K twisted the ring on her left hand nervously. “That’s a soulmate goose. They go wherever they want.”

[leupagus]

It’s A Lovely Morning In The Village

Since this trope seems to be a “no rules just write” type of thing, here you fuckin’ go I guess:

***

Nobody who'd known him back in Kansas would probably believe him, but waking up was never Ted's favorite part of the day. He wasn't the type to jump right out of bed and face the morning with a smile, no matter what folks might've thought — he's almost forty-five, his jumping-out-of-bed days are long past — but something about the way London's buildings and streets and even its people, sometimes, all seem to creak and grumble in the early light gets to him. Like the whole country's still half-asleep under the weight of its own history, unwilling to get up and get going.

But crossing Richmond Green always gets his mind right; no matter the season or the weather, there's always kids running around before school, older ladies and gentlemen sitting on benches chatting to each other, serious-looking business people slowing down just a little bit. Often there's even a bit of wildlife, ducks and geese from the ponds, squirrels running all over creation, pigeons and other birds that Ted probably ought to know the names for but are all just pretty to him. Once Ted even saw a fox, far off near the trees, watching him curiously before it disappeared.

It was chilly this morning, and Ted was glad for his jacket and vest and Hannah giving him an extra-large coffee this morning so he could wrap his hands around it, the too-hot pain against his palms countered by the chill against his knuckles. There was a little bit of mist meandering along between the paths and loitering in the tree-line, like it had somewhere it needed to be but wasn't quite done hanging out on the Green just yet. Ted's pace slowed, sympathetic.

He heard the pitter-patter of feet behind him and turned around: a cute little grey goose was was giving him not one but two hairy eyeballs, turning its head from side to side like it was sizing him up. "Hey there," Ted said, resisting the urge to crouch down and offer it his hand, like it was a lost golden retriever.

The goose gave a low honk and circled around him, the pitter-patter of its feet on the pathway making him smile even as he wondered if he should be protecting his privates at this point. Then it came back around, shook its head at him, and hustled away toward the pond, honking to itself sort of absent-mindedly.

"Huh," Ted decided, and turned back toward the path to the clubhouse.

***

"They got the Soulmate Goose here?" Ted asked Beard later on, as they were heading out to training. Roy was already out there, doing some drills with the new kids on second team while Isaac and Sam lead first team's warmups.

Beard looked over at him, but all he said was, "They've got the Soulmate Goose everywhere, Coach."

Ted blew out a breath, annoyed at himself. "What I mean is, does it look like ours? You know, the American one — or I guess, the Canada Goose one. The North American — with the black head and neck and what-all."

"Hmm," Beard replied, and Ted checks in on his face; he learned over twenty years ago that half of any conversation you had with Beard was going to involve his expressions and a careful parsing of same. "Don't know if I know the answer to that one. Think I read something about how the bond rate is lower here, plus it's not like we used to see 'em all over town back in the states."

Ted opened his mouth to make the observation that Beard had been doing that a lot more lately — it wasn't "back home" anymore, it was "back in Kansas" or "back in the states." But hadn't he been doing the same, as of late?

He thought back on all the shops and such he'd ducked into, looking for birthday cards or thank-you notes and such. He was sure there'd been a Gooseday section, but given how rare it was in the first place there weren't ever that many cards to choose from, if he'd ever needed to. Which he hadn't; the only bonded pair he'd ever known were his own parents, and it wasn't like Mom wanted much reminding of that.

"Well, not like we've got computers in our pockets or anything," he realized, and Beard huffed a bit as Ted pulled out his phone and googled "UK Soulmate Goose."

What popped up was the spitting image of the fellow who'd introduced itself to him earlier. "'Modeled after the wild Greylag goose,'" he read, "'The image of the Soulmate Goose of the British Isles differs remarkably from its brethren in the Americas and the rest of Europe, though it bears some similarity to the Soulmate Goose of East Asia. Note that the Shetland Islands' Soulmate Goose more often looks like the domesticated Shetland Goose, and Ireland's and Northern Ireland's most common image of the Soulmate Goose takes after the Pink-footed Goose that migrates to and from the island every winter from Iceland.'" He looked up from his phone; they were almost at the pitch, and Beard had taken his arm at some point to steer him around the various obstacles in the hallway. "And here I thought our system was complicated because we still call it the Canada Goose, even when it's in America."

Beard bobbled his head to indicate vague agreement, but whatever else he was going to say got interrupted by Ted's cellphone going off: TRENT CRIMM, INDEPENDENT. In the months since Trent had written a letter — a letter, delivered through the mail and everything — outlining his proposal for a book on Richmond's relegation/promotion two-step last year, Ted had customized his contact information bit by bit. Trent even had his own ringtone now.

"Hey there!" Ted said, slowing down a little to let Beard go ahead. "You at the pitch already? If you're wanting to know where me and Beard are at, we're just a minute out from—"

"I'm afraid I won't be in today," Trent said, and Ted wondered if British people knew how much they used that phrase, I'm afraid, in order to break all kinds of bad news to people. As far as he could tell, British people were as repressed as anybody else, but that phrase got dropped into every third conversation he had with these folks.

"That's fine — everything okay on your end?" he asked, then winced, because it wasn't like Trent owed him an explanation or anything. The book was Trent's business, not his.

"No," Trent snapped. He sounded mighty peeved about something, and Ted flipped through the past twenty-four hours to check if there might've been something he did to get Trent peeved at him.

"Okay," he replied, when he came up empty. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Unless you know of a pest control service—" and that's when Ted's heart just about dropped out of his butt, because drowning out the rest of Trent's sentence was the unmistakable sound of honking.

"That doesn't sound like a pest," is all he could think of to say. "Sounds like a goose." Ahead of him, Beard stopped in his tracks and turned around, eyebrows nudging at the brim of his baseball hat.

"The Venn diagram seems to overlap, in this case," said Trent, still sounding annoyed but with a little curl to his voice that meant he was smiling. "Someone thought it would be amusing to set one on me, and thus far I've been unsuccessful in getting past it."

"Maybe it's different over here," Ted said, "But isn't the whole point of the Soulmate Goose is that nobody sets them on you? They just set themselves, as it were."

"…the Soulmate Goose isn't real," Trent said after a long, long pause, during which Ted could hear a couple of honks. They sounded a little bit muffled, like they were coming through a door. "You do know that, don't you?"

"All I know's you've got a visitor in your apartment might disagree."

"Ted," Trent said, in that low earnest voice he only used when he thought Ted was being real stupid about something, which meant Ted had a lot of experience with hearing it, "You can hire someone to dress up as Santa Claus and attend your office party. That doesn't mean Santa Claus is real."

"Better not let your daughter hear you say that," Ted warned. "Besides, if it was a real goose, you wouldn't be hiding in your — where are you, anyway?"

"Cowering in my bathroom at the moment," Trent sighed. "Bastard showed up as I was getting out of the shower."

Which wasn't a mental image Ted needed in his brain right now. "Well, let me know if we need to turn up later on with a net or a couple dozen watercress sandwiches."

"Watercress sandwiches?" Trent asked, then immediately added, "No, don't explain, please. Thank you for the offer. Hopefully whoever arranged this prank will come and retrieve the damn thing sooner rather than later, else I'll have to sleep in the bathtub. I've done that once already in my life and that was enough."

"You'll have to tell me that story sometime," said Ted, before he could shut his dang mouth.

There was another pause, before Trent said, "Perhaps I will." There was another curl in his voice, one that Ted liked hearing a whole lot, but he really needed to stop hearing it. Especially if a Soulmate Goose had just turned up in his apartment.

"All right, well, bye," said Ted, and hung up just as he got to the doors out to the training pitch. Beard was waiting for him there, eyebrows still sky-high. "Trent's got some uh, issues at home, won't be coming in today."

There were about a dozen different responses Beard could give to that — he'd heard Ted's end of the conversation, and probably had as good idea of what happened as Ted himself. But all he said was, "Trent know your ringtone for him is 'Miss Independent?'"

[gelabird]

#UntitledGooseGame #GooseDay https://www.instagram.com/p/B3AWYdhB7BR/?igshid=dqre4908lq1t

[rabbitcruiser]

Goose Day  

Goose Day was unofficially started in 1786 in Pennsylvania in the Juniata River Valley, and has officially been celebrated in Mifflin County since 1973, and Juniata County since 1976.  It stemmed from Michaelmas, a Christian holiday celebrating the archangel Michael, and a day when geese are often eaten.  In 1786 a Dutchman named Andrew Pontius hired an Englishman named Archibald Hunter.  In their contract it said that accounts would be settled each year on September 29.  When the day came, Hunter showed up at Pontius’ door with not only his accounts, but with a goose under his arm.  As Pontius was confused, Hunter explained to him how the goose signified good luck for the following year, and how in England he had celebrated Michaelmas.  Goose Day became popular in the Juniata River Valley and eventually became an established day in the two aforementioned counties.  Festivals take place in those counties on the day, and events happen on the week surrounding it.

How to Observe

If you happen to be in Mifflin or Juniata County, there are many activities happening during the day.  There are goose specials at restaurants across the area and an annual run.  You can find more information about activities here.  If you aren’t in the area, the best way to celebrate the day is by eating goose.  If you have children you could read them some Mother Goose nursery rhymes, or play “Duck, Duck, Goose” with them.

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[star-anise]

ok but *please* explain the soulmate goose of enforcement, i desperately want to know

OKAY SO UM

@omgcheckplease is a comic about college hockey! One of the college hockey bros is Jack, who is not… the most emotionally ept character, so he takes two years to realize he’s in love with Bitty, the protagonist. But you get HINTS leadng up to this that are about to hit his head like a cast-iron pan.

And one of those is that he takes a photography class the semester before, and his photos are all of stuff around campus: geese, his teammates, the hockey rink, more geese… 

And there’s a kind of behind-the-scenes post where his photography classmates are like WHY ARE ALL YOUR PICTURES OF THIS ONE SPECIFIC TEAMMATE WHAT DOES HE MEAN TO YOU EMOTIONALLY and he just like… does not get it. He wants to talk about his pictures of geese. “Geese portraits.”

(And to photograph wildlife is to risk their wrath, especially in nesting season, so he’s kind of badass for shoving a camera in geese’s faces. And like ignoring his potential love life when chasing after something difficult to pursue and capture–whether that’s geese or hockey–is kind of A Thing for him, and also he’s Canadian, and Canada Geese are infamous, and well.)

So ALSO there’s this blog called @shitty-check-please-aus with the motto “these are not good but they’re fun“. Like, one suggestion is “jack has a full back tattoo of a poorly drawn moose face, with a small canada goose on his ribs“.

But it became a THING, like, a BEAUTIFUL CHALLENGE to take these ideas and do something actually artistic with them! Like, someone proposed, “Swan Princess AU but Jack is a Goose Prince” and someone made actual fic out of it!

SO. One day shitty-check-please-aus posted, “soulmate au where one person finds a goose who leads them to the other person. the difficulty comes in not being mauled by a goose” and somebody else began their fic (about a different Check Please character) thus:

Growing up, Nursey had always assumed he’d be excited when he finally had his Gooseday.

Young Nursey had, of course, failed to take into account how God damn massive, not to mention murderous, fucking geese are.

When Nursey finally wakes up one morning to find his goose standing beside his bed, he actually feels something more akin to panic than excitement.

AND THUS THE TAG WAS BORN.

(2017-18 Check Please fandom was really happy and lively and fun and lulzy and we got featured on @ao3tagoftheday a LOT.)

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #GooseDay 🪿:

Incense burner in the form of a goose

China, Ming dynasty, early 15th c.

Bronze, H. 14 1/2 in. (36.8 cm); W. 18 3/4 in. (47 6 cm)

Metropolitan Museum of Art New York 2020.335ab

“This incense burner is an extremely rare example of an imperially-commissioned bronze from the early Ming dynasty. Cleverly designed so that the fragrant incense is exhaled from the bird’s open beak, the censer artfully combines naturalism, ornamental detail, and a sense of history as it references similar incense burners first created during the Han dynasty (206 BC–AD 220) and revived during the Song (960–1279) and Yuan (1271–1368) dynasties. These earlier examples are typically simpler and less animated. The massive size, lively form, and meticulous details of the current work perfectly demonstrate the new taste and high standards of the early Ming period, when the imperial art patronage reached a new peak.”

[pennproud]

It's St. Michaelmas Day, aka Goose Day. Bring on the roast goose and ... whatever else it is you're supposed to do on Goose Day #gooseday #geese #gooselife #stmichaelmas #geeseofinstagram #weirdholidays #pennsylvania