Week Three With the Gosling Five

A man with inner peace is taken into the fold of a family of geese.

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I sat out on the little hill near the tiny pond and fed the Gosling Five. I was now totally accepted by the mother and father goose. The goslings nearly eat off my boot, and their parents trust me so much they left me with the Gosling Five as they frolicked and bathed in the pool and sipped the sweet waters.

Finally the babies realized their parents were down the hill and scooted off to join them. Moments later, I did my goose call and the most adventurous gosling, Brave One, came running followed by its brothers and sisters. I sat there surrounded by the Gosling Five for nearly an hour. A part of a goose family enjoying Mother Earth’s flow, on a slightly windy spring day.

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The Gosling Five’s personalities are coming out even more. I keep giving them nicknames that I’ll probably forget. The independent gosling is even more of an adventurer running to walk beside me and to ask for food on its own, or just to go off and eat grass by itself. They all have ”red-winged black bird” size wings now.