The North Terrace Lake goose population increased by five a couple of weeks ago. Mother Goose and Father Goose are now parading them around the lake to there accustomed eating places.
All shots take with the Nikon D3 and 200-400mm zoom... at 400. F11 at 1/500th.. ASA 500.
While I was watching the geese two deer came out of the woods to watch me. The circle of life.
Showing posts with label goslings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goslings. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Helen and Kevin Plus Seven
Okay unless they start using tools or something this is the last post so fowl of the season. They are getting used to me hanging around now so they let me get closer to the brood. Dad and two of the seven.... they travel around the lake from place to place getting out, eating and getting back in the water... no overgrazing I guess. It is amusing to watch the goslings trying to get out of the water.
Not unlike Kindergarteners they rotate line leader.
Despite the fact that they will grow up and poop on anything in sight, the little ones are cute.
Nap time.
Not unlike Kindergarteners they rotate line leader.
Despite the fact that they will grow up and poop on anything in sight, the little ones are cute.
Nap time.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Annual Lake Census Complete
The goslings are afloat for 2010 at North Terrace Lake. This year's flotilla is 7 plus mom and dad... dad's generally in front. Mom nested on the island as is their custom... I'll get some closer shots as they get used to me being around... and yes the water is green.... we called it "Green Lake" when I was growing up.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Mother Goose
I guess she's Quinqua Mom in keeping with popular culture... only Mrs. Goose did it the old fashioned way. This flotilla inhabits North Terrace Lake (Green Lake for those of us who grew up over here in Northeast). I think they must have hatched about 10 days ago... just saw them today. Cute little fuzzy goslings who stick right with Mom and Dad.... and vice- versa. Generally swim from one end of the lake to the other, get out and eat, get back in. Sleep on the island at night.
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