Last night we had a ferocious storm. Lost a fully grown jackfruit tree, a big macadamia tree, and the roof off the goose house. Jackie sat stoically on her eggs lashed with horizontal rain. Four goslings were out and she wasn’t leaving. Another two hatched after the storm. This morning we had the best fun in ages, eating breakfast on the verandah, watching all five adults urge and demonstrate and encourage the babies to take their first swim. It takes a gaggle to raise a gosling, or six.
Goslings Day One
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