Blog Your Blessings: Safe as a Baby Goose
Watching the Canada geese goslings have their supper on Wednesday evening, my daughter and I struggled to take their pictures before they ducked around their mom. We kept our distance, but they were well aware of us--especially papa, who stood straight as a guard outside of Buckingham Palace. Within minutes, the fivel little guys got huddled behind their mother, who was following her mate into the water and away from the paparazzi. The fifth gosling had to struggle to keep up; nobody stopped for him, and there was no going back. In little time, he made it back to the downy fold on their way across the pond. The image of their sticking close to their mother stuck with me as Adella and I made our way into the woods past the uncurling ferns and blossoming anemone and the very cheerful poison ivy that was ready for business. I thought how the adult geese didn't make a sound and seemed not to pay attention us at all. Still, our being there was enough; with a subtle turn and step, the