I knew something was up when the big gander did not give way, until Lady and I were about 10 feet away. He held guard at the bridge over the neckdown between the two old clay pits with the certain steadfastness of a Royal Guard.
My guess on timing was right.
The first goslings on the town pond swam between their parents off the island on the south pit.
Another pair of Canada swam as a protective front between Lady, our family mutt, and me, and the the goose family.
They were quite effective at hiding and protecting the goslings.
Lady wanted to have a go at the gander. I muttered to her, ``Girl, relax. He would take down so fast you would not know what happened.''
Lady and that gander would not have been a good match. Plus, I think he would have quickly had help from the other geese around the town pond.
She finally chilled.
What struck me about the goslings was their color: It seemed almost a bright green with a tinge of the usual yellow. Must have just been the morning light filtering through some early cloud cover.
If my count is right, there are five goslings in that family.
It is about a week later than usual for the first goslings, but I suspect that has to do with the late winter and how late the ice came off.
One of the beauties of my morning rambles with Lady are feeling and sensing the rhythms of life, of the natural world. It is also one of the reasons I do the morning rambles.
I think somebody working in the outdoors should feel the rhythms of the seasons, of the outdoors.
The next big rhythm will be largemouth bass coming up shallow. My bet would be on Saturday or Sunday for them to be up shallow.
Well, correction, the next big rhythm is already beginning. Morels are here. In the last two days, I have heard from two of the great morel hunters that I know.
Nothing unusual otherwise in the rhythms this morning. Lady was quite interested in all the squirrels running around. The usual robins and mourning doves in town, then red-winged blackbirds at the town pond. There were a bunch of ducks on the north pit, but I did not get a good enough look to tell what they were.
Back in town, Lady tried to stalk two gray squirrels maurading below the low feeders at our neighbor's. She flushed another off our porch.
Natural rhythms of a dog chasing.