Over the course of a few mornings last week, I learned something about geese. Teenage Gesse are like Teenage children, and I will tell you why. Neither can get out of bed in the morning. The sun is way up and there are are the parents, standing on either side of the collected children while the goslings lay "in bed" with their legs and webbed feet splayed out behind them.
About 7:45. and in no particular rush, the goslings start to wake up. (I know for teenage people, it's later than that. But seems late in the day for a goose, don't you think?) One by one, each stretches a leg, then a wing over the leg, then it lies there some more, maybe does the other leg, then it stands, maybe stretches again, takes a few steps...and plops back down to pull some grass for breakfast.
The first day I watched, I noticed a gosling that was the last one up. That gosling is my son and I am that gosling's mother. It stayed in bed so long, I thought there was something wrong with it. Finally, it stretched a foot and wing, got up and...plop!
I'm getting a little bit tired of grass for breakfast, Mom.
(Love the downy neck and big feet, don't you?)