Where it apparently was family day.
Ellie hunts along the shore. At one point she found a dead gosling, and poked it gently, then looked up at me. I hurried her along.
This may be the largest family I've seen this year. Daddy is fishing next to Mum.
My favorite: the gentle herding behavior. Or maybe it's a warning to others to steer clear.
The willow at the mouth of Hoffman Creek is beginning to bloom.
A smallish family eyes us warily.
This little fellow struck out on his own, awa from the geese on the shore.
No worries, though. It joined this larger clan, post-haste.
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