Time to fly, but the bond of bread between man and geese keeps the Gosling Five around for a bit longer.
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I found my geese family on the big yard this morning, so I herded them towards the gates and corridor that lead back to the small yard where the Gosling Five were born and are safer. They were all a little reluctant to move today. All five look grown now and only slighter smaller than their parents. With a little help from a cool yard worker my geese family strolled through the corridor without dropping a turd on the concrete that I would have to clean up. I went around my business and did my bar work and ran a few laps and then took some bread to the Gosling Five. They were at the top of the yard near cell block five and six. The geese took to the sky flying as if they had been doing so all of their lives and landed right in front of me and we did our geese greetings. I wondered why they allowed me to herd them through that walled and gated corridor in front of the art room since they all are expert fliers. I squatted down on one knee and placed some bread on and near my leg, and the goslings came and rubbed up against my leg as they ate. The parents always stand back and let them eat.
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Not a good day for the mother goose sitting on her eggs in the corner of the small yard. Another egg was stolen, now it has gone from seven down to four eggs. I wish the rest of the eggs will hatch quickly to avoid anymore hatred by whoever it is that stole the gosling filled eggs.
The Gosling Five seem to have decided to stay here and partake of my company longer and continue to share space and bread.
Week One With the Gosling Five Week Two With The Gosling Five Week Three With The Gosling Five Week Four With The Gosling Five Week Five With The Gosling Five Week Six With The Gosling Five Week Seven With The Gosling Five Week Eight With The Gosling Five Week Nine With The Gosling Five