At 7:30 this morning, I'm standing on the side of the pond, watching two geese. But which two?
I have no idea.
A male goose flies overhead, honking, circling, honking, and circling again before retreating away over the grove of pine trees behind the pink cabin. Both geese on the ground are standing on the shoreline; since neither is on the nest, I assume the worst: the old couple has been kicked out.
So, I get this bright idea. She hasn't been off the nest for more than 12 hours... maybe the eggs can still make it? I circle the pond, tramping down the rushes to find a nice pile of downy feathers. However, as I come closer to the nest, these two geese glide into the water and swim straight at me. As I push my way down the bank, the smaller of the two gets out of the water right in front of me, waddles upward, and hisses loudly.
An angry mother. Hooray! They made it! Hopefully baby geese are on their way.
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