Our seven goslings hatched on Mother's Day are alive and well and growing so fast we can hardly believe it.
I've taken so many pictures of them to post . . . all of them bad. The second I get near enough their parents hustle them away as if I were going to try to steal them.
The following pictures (sorry, poor quality) were taken about a week ago. We happened to spot the family on their first trip down to the pond.
You could almost tell that the goslings just didn't know what to make of that big receptacle of water.
First Mom got in the water and tried to entice them to follow her. Nothin' doin'.
Then she got out and Pop gave it a try. No dice.
But when Mom got in with Pop, the goslings decided they didn't want to be left on shore alone. They walked right in, flapped and splashed for only a few seconds before instinct took over and they found they were swimming as if it were natural to them. (Uh, I guess it IS natural to them.)
I took these last two pictures today when they were up in the yard.
A typical shot . . . with Mom and Pop herding the babies away from me.
Fuzzy as this picture is it's the best I could get of the goslings.
P.S. The wolf was spotted again tonight around 6 o'clock. He was walking the perimeter of the electric fencing around the pond looking (what seemed like hungrily) at the ducks and geese.
Mama Mallard and her 10 ducklings and all the geese were in the pond and spotted the wolf. They all immediately swam to the middle of the pond and stayed there swimming in circles until the wolf disappeared into the woods.
I'm sure hoping the wolf is just curious rather than hungry.