One of the most heart rending moments on my many hikes was when I walked up on a male Canadian Goose standing guard over the body of his dead life long female companion. He showed no fear of me and would not move away from the body.
He remained there for days, standing in silent tribute. True love.
The nesting boxes in the Marsh are full of quiet incubation. Females sit low as the time for hatching nears.
And males stand near by on watch.
Canadian Geese are considered nuisances in some areas of the U.S. I remember when there weren't many. I like to think of them as brown swans; they're just the brown versions from the same family.
I can't wait for the babies to be born.
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