Some pics of the goslings at work. The white goose has cut a lonely figure for years, ever since his mate was run over in the car park. He expressed his frustration by chasing people - which had been her particular hobby - but always looked rather pathetic staring at himself in the large glass doors to our fleet office. At the end of summer, more than five years after I started here, he found himself a new mate. Last month, the goslings arrived.
Sorry about the blurry nature of the pics; taken through my boss' window at maximum zoom, I'm afraid.
Dad & Mom
Doesn't s/he just look like a bundle o' mischief?
The good child