We’re down to two goslings. I don’t know what happened or when, but a couple of friends saw Mr. & Mrs. Early Nester with only two on Sunday morning, I saw them Monday and Tuesday. I hoped was just staying behind to swim with their big brother — the adult from last year’s brood who still hangs with the parents — but it finally must be admitted, one of those guys is no more. It may have not have had anything to do with the long walks, the bikes and the dogs, but if they hadn’t been coming up on the walkways and the grass, at least I wouldn’t know.
And yeah, yeah, the Canada goose is not in short supply. We have at least a dozen on this short stretch of the river. I know a lot of people consider them nuisances. But damn.