Goslings followed their parents to shore ~ fluffy, yellow and sweet ~ but wandered back to the water.
Soon to be a gaggle of gangly geese ~ honking and spreading their wings.
“My turn shall also come:
I sense the spreading of a wing.”
~ Osip Mandelstam, The Selected Poem
This is the third gaggle ~ or clutch ~ of goslings I've seen in three days in Wascana Park, each shepherded by two parents. Two clutches of four chicks and one of six chicks.
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