This morning, we discovered we have two pairs of Canada geese who are raising their broods on our stretch of the White River.

So exciting.

When Goldie and I left on our early morning tramp to watch the growing-ever-greener landscape
get greener on this misty morning,
one set of parents had their nine little ones in a sheltered spot
where they could swim a bit and eat away from prying eyes.

Except for mine.

I just couldn’t resist.

Nine babies, newly hatched and already turning a dusky color so they are better camouflaged.

Aren’t they wonderful?