Tucked in a little corner along the bulkhead a Canadian goose couple have decided to set up house.
With Mother Goose sitting on the next, keeping her eggs warm and safe, and Papa Goose close by for protection. Upon approach, he began to hiss, warning for me to stay away.
Even though I had brought corn for Mother Goose, he was still wary about my presence. She was hungry and quickly ate the corn that she could readily eat.
Approaching a little closer got both of them on alert.
Allowing a good look at her precious treasure under belly, showing five large goose eggs well warmed. Can’t wait to see the little babies!
I did peek into Mama Carolina Wren’s nest and she was tucked well inside, sitting on her eggs as well. Starting to feel like Noah’s Ark around here.
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.