When my feet are off the road
Two lost goslings
A cold morning, last November, saw me taking a shortish walk in the usual place. My camera was in my pocket as normal, though there was little thought about taking any shots. About a mile had been covered as I wandered to the edge of the small lake where a viewing stand exists. The stand was in sight when I saw some unusual movement, accompanied by a goose honking quite loudly.
Stopping instantly, I noticed two goslings walking around the stand. The fencing meant they could not drop into the water. They were probably about 6 months old and I arrived at the conclusion the goose making all the noise was their mother. The camera came out, there's a story here.
What impressed me was they came right up to me as I spoke to them. The brave one even brushed up against my leg and stood there looking at me to see if I could helpI guess. I saw the mother goose behind a double fence arrangement, honking her heart out. The not so brave one tried to squeeze through, but was too big. Backing off a few yards and reversing my direction, I could see a gap in the bushes where they must have come from in their adventurous wander from Mom.
Adding to the spectacle were dozens of other birds who had swum over to see what all the fuss was about. As usual there were a few scraps between ducks and coots. Two big swans were stretching their necks to look at the goslings. The whole scene was like something out of a movie, with water fowl replacing people.
It took a few moments, but I managed to manouver myself in-between the little feathered friends and the fencing next to the water. Bit by bit I walked toward them so they were beyond the gap in the bushes a little, then walked out away. That was just what they needed and both birds trotted back into the bushes, easily went through a wooden post fence and returned to their, "I'm in panic mode", mother. The honking ceased, all the other birds in the lake began swimming away and calm was restored to the area.
Goslings start flying when they're around 3 months old. They stay with their parents and follow them for about a yearnear, or to, the location where they were born. I can only assume the mother goose was in the nesting place.
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I guess these two hadn't quite got the hang of flying from dry land yet.
Mar 02, 2020
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