It’s that time of year when life is luxuriously abundant around Goose Lake. The goose pair that has been freeloading on my front yard grass has finally reached its decision. Mama is now sitting on four eggs on the landing at the foot of my steps down to the lake. Two years ago this or some other mama (they all dress alike) made her nest on the landing where I could sit and watch her from the top step.This nest is a few feet to one side, making it impossible for me to get a good look without upsetting Mother Goose. To make matters more difficult for me, the sneaker-upper, she is surrounded by the turtles who clamber onto the rocks to sun, and once they start scrambling back into the lake, Mama is on full alert.
And then, of course, there’s the ever vigilant Father Goose (Sorry, Charles Ghigna, this is a different Father Goose) who hasn’t forgotten or forgiven the times lately when I have escorted the pair off my front lawn.
Next I’ll tell you about the midges. We have a LOT of them. And toads. Got them too.