Last week I walked down to the Canal off of Third Street to see how my geese are doing on their nest. They have been nesting in the same place now for several years, so I check up on them periodically. Here is what I found:
The nest was empty. Nothing but some shattered eggs. So I looked around and saw this:
They hatched! Six of ’em. Little, yellow fuzz-balls sitting on the rocks.
Shortly after this, Mom and Dad jumped into the canal and started to honk at the kids.
The kids didn’t quite know what to make of all this. They just sort of huddled together looking around. Finally, a couple of them jumped… well no… they actually tumbled… into the water.
Quickly getting the idea, they paddled out to Mom and Dad while their puzzled siblings got up the nerve to jump.
Eventually, all six of ’em figured out how to fall into the water.
Looks like Mom is counting heads over there.
I think I saw the first dip for these little guys. They seem to have taken to it like ducks to the wat ….. um…. wait…. no… more like geese.