For the last few weeks Anabelle (our goose) has been sitting on a nest. We had no idea how many eggs she had as she wouldn't let us near her. And the boys, Hank and Jethro, were really protective of her.
Yesterday Wayne came back from feeding the ducks and told me we had goslings!
This morning I went out myself, to see them. There are three little guys. There are three eggs as well.
The boys and Anabelle circled the little guys and tried to hide them from me. I hope they do as good a job with the crows and hawks. At least the goslings are bigger than the baby ducks are when they first hatch.
Hank and Anabelle told me in no uncertain terms that the babies were theirs and I had to keep my distance.
A very muddy Chipmunk kept an eye on me in case I dropped some grain that he could scoff up.
Isn't the little brat a disgrace? He hates being brushed. I think I'll corner him and brush him anyway... and look at that tummy!