I went down to the dock this evening to check on Mother Goose. I’m starting to get concerned about these very diligent parents. Their babies have yet to hatch out of their big egg capsules. On my way down, the first thing that caught my eye was this female mallard snuggled in the grass.
Father Goose was standing near his mate. Keeping ever diligent. He’s gotten used to me now and knows my goosey goosey call. I’m not a threat as I used to be as I usually bring down corn for them to eat.
Mother Goose was keeping her eggs warm. Last week she got fresh grass and redecorated her nest.
Looking up my first post on this goose couple, I’m guessing she laid her eggs the week of April 20th. With a 24-28 day incubation period, my suspicion that her eggs are bad is perhaps becoming a reality. I wonder how long she will stay loyal to her nest before finally abandoning the eggs. Although a few weeks ago, she had tossed out the one brown egg that I knew was bad.
I talked to her for a while and she cocked her head, appearing to be listening. While on the dock I decided to stay a while to see what other feathered friends would fly by. There were three Osprey flying over the river, two Great Blue Herons, a Belted Kingfisher, two Orchard Orioles that sang away but kept hidden.
Of course, the barn swallows were waiting for me to leave so that they could enjoy their favorite perches.
How I would like to share you the little babies of our goose family, but so far there have been no star appearances. Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way we would like it to.
I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.