goslings (and other cuteness) at the sanctuary…
Last week I saw the goslings at the sanctuary for the first time this year. Tiny yellow balls of fluff, they are one of those many signs of new life in the springtime that make us smile. There’s just something about babies…as much as we try to not be ageist, I wonder if there is anyone who doesn’t feel that special tenderness when they see those tiny little bits of life.
At the sanctuary, there is an extra special twist to the story of the goslings. Most of the Canadian Geese who spend time at the sanctuary are wild, not rescues. Though it is hard to tell whether individuals are staying year round, there seems to be wild geese at the sanctuary year round. Perhaps they simply know a good thing when they see it – a protected place with everything geese could want. There are also some rescued domestic geese who are permanent residents. These domestic geese play nanny to the wild-born goslings every year. The wild geese seem to be content to have the domestic geese follow them and their brood along, and the domestic geese are very protective of the goslings they have adopted. It is an odd couple type relationship, but it clearly works.
Dave told a story today about one of the domestic geese. She adopted this group of slightly older goslings – they’re only about 3 weeks old, but the goslings grow so fast that they hardly look anything like the younger babies! A few nights ago the wild geese took these four babies down to the lower pond after Jolene was already in the barn for the night. (She spends the night in the pig barn.) When Jolene came out in the morning, she was upset that her adopted family was not at the upper pond, the one that is near the pig barn. She spend the morning wandering around looking for them, and when she finally saw them parading up from the lower pond, she ran over to them honking and carrying on.
Her attachment to her adopted family couldn’t have been more clear.
If you look closely at that picture, you might be able to barely make out a goat on top of the blue truck in the background.
Yup, that’s my truck, and that would be Lenny. I parked underneath some yummy trees, and Lenny and Jeremy made good use of my truck to strip the lower branches bare. Those boys! (This is why they’re not allowed out of the main goat yard when there are visitors…)