More Goslings

Ozzie: Did they all get in?
Harriett: Yes, dear. I have them all with me.

Ozzie: And where is that lady with the camera?
Harriett:  She is far enough away that she can’t get us now.  No worries.

Ozzie: I think we should go back to the nest now. You?
Harriett: Why, yes, dear.  That will be just fine. 

How they evaded the lady photographer

Then that lady with the camera came closer and they had to head back to the water.  I can just hear the little ones protesting, “But Mom! We just got out!  Do we have to go back???”

There is an independent one in every family.  See that one on the far right?  The last one, the one who lingers a bit longer, who has her mind on other things, who probably was the one who complained.  She hears a different drummer perhaps.

I kinda like her. 

I love that the babies make their own little waves as they paddle along.


New life

Eight of them, 
all in a row, 
being taken to the opposite side of the pond, 
away from that lady with the camera. 
Too cute for words….

Then on to the shore to play and look for food… or whatever geese do.

(To be continued)



This is a favorite photo of mine from this summer, taken in July when on a photo walk with my gals. There were so many thistle in bloom and the gold finches were having a great time taking what they needed for their nests.  After a tip about their nesting habits from a friend on Facebook, I looked up information about these cute little birds online.  Here is a quote:

“American Goldfinches breed later than most North American birds. They
wait to nest until June or July when milkweed, thistle, and other plants
have produced their fibrous seeds, which goldfinches incorporate into
their nests and also feed their young.”

Though I really don’t consider myself a “birder” I have to admit that this year I have really enjoyed finding them, and capturing them through my lens.  I was able to get within ten feet of this little one, and was using my telephoto on a bright day.  It was as though all the stars aligned just for this…. 

Gotta love when that happens.