Saturday, June 6, 2009

Goose, Gander And In Between

These goslings aren't downy, bitty babies anymore, so I guess that makes them teenagers. They can't fly nor are they yet trying to do so. Vigilant and protective Mom and Dad ushered them into the water quickly when they realized I was there. I wanted to get closer for better shots (always!), but when I started off the road toward the marsh I was suddenly up to my neck in Poison Ivy! That will teach me to venture from the confines of my car! I picked a tick off myself, too. Fortunately, I was fully clothed for once.

1 comment:

  1. I like the way the protective parents guard their goslings, one on either side of them. You can almost hear through telepathy them say..."Watch out for the 'chick' in the poison ivy!"
    Hula Girl