Notice how dry it is here. We haven't had any real rain for months. Those tyres you can see are actually an island in the middle of the pond. Usually you can just see the top of the tyres sticking out of the water.
Here are the five adults who care for the goslings. Three of them are the mothers all sitting on there own clutch of eggs but using the same nest. Lo and behold any one who got off their clutch for too long as the other two would steal her eggs. One is the dominant male and I'm not sure about the fifth.
Here they are telling me to keep my distance. One of them actually attacked me today. They have never done that before!
The goslings hatch out over a couple of days, but there is always one a bit slower than the others that hatches out when the others are itching to get on with life and their mothers just have to leave the newly hatched to fend for itself. Just was the case this year when Mark found one new little one left for dead while the others wondered off. Mark picked it up and brought it to the house, gave it rescue remedy and left it to die in peace (or so we thought) and not be stomped on by the others. Later in the day I went outside to find the gosling chirping to me from the verandah floor(having jumped out of it's bucket and dropping a couple of feet). Tough little bugger!. So we brought it inside, gave it some water and more rescue remedy, found it a home....
It nearly drove us made with it's chirping so Mark picked it up and carried it around, took it for a swim in the birdbath and let it walk on the grass (the floor boards inside were a little slippery and he couldn't get any traction).
After just two days of this we'd had enough and took the little one out to the others. Mark put the gosling down and as one attacked Mark, another came up to the gosling and gently herded him in with all the others.
A few years ago the same thing happened but we kept that gosling with us until he was fully feathered. he came down to the garden with us everyday, slept in a cage in the back room and as he got older he would climb the steps onto the verandah and mess everywhere. it was disgusting. We didn't know then how readily the geese would take in a gosling, but we do now!