Another one of those days when we haven't even seen a glimpse of the sun. Lots of gray clouds and fog.
Papa Pea came back in twice for more clothing when he was working outside. I caught this shot of him gazing at the fog rolling in (again) right before he gave it up for the day. "Chilled to the bone," he declared as he came in for his afternoon cuppa java. (And just WHY is it we choose to live up here, you rightfully ask?)
We tried our best to get some pictures of the goslings but neither Mother nor Father Goose was happy with us being intrusive.
We can see three of them for sure so far.
Mother Goose pushed this egg out of the nest yesterday. Does she know it's a dud? Or with the already hatched goslings did she think she needed more room in the nest so this one had to go?
Hoping to see more hatched out yet. Even though it seems cold out for the little fuzz balls, they have a good, wind-proof shelter and I'm sure are spending a lot of time snuggled in under mom.
The Stockings Are Hung
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