Aside from having a canal running next to our building, we are on a golf course. (My brother in law, avid golfer that he is, informed us we are on the 12th hole.) There is a little bridge which crosses the canal to get to the next hole. Immediately when you cross the bridge is an outhouse of sorts; a small building housing bathrooms for the golfers. This morning a member of the goose family was on the roof of the outhouse honking his/her brains out. I stepped out onto our patio to try to figure out what his problem was, when I saw his family crossing the bridge heading toward him. I grabbed my camera and ran out the door. Little Man was wondering what I was up to and my husband, in his half asleep state, made fun of me saying, "Quick, take pictures of the geese and then post them on your blog."
Once the other adults and the babies crossed the bridge they looked up at Mr. Goose (or Mrs. Goose) on top of the building as if to say, "We're not going up there. You come down here." He didn't come down so they headed back over the bridge.
I counted 3 adults; the one who was on top of the outhouse isn't in the pics. There are at least 7 goslings too. Unfortunately I never saw them when they were fuzzy babies. They are more like teenagers in the above pics. But I'm still glad I got them.
I looked up geese online, trying to figure out what kind they were. The best I can come up with is that they are Egyptian Geese. Ours look exactly like all the pics online that I have found of the aforementioned species.
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