It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. A baby goose—a gosling—nestled in the pocket of a teenager’s shirt.
I had been visiting friends in the town of Penticton, Canada, a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and lakes. Their outdoorsman son had found an abandoned goose egg and brought it home. He kept it warm, and within days, the shell cracked and a fluffy little gosling emerged.
Such a nice story - I would have had a hard time leaving him too!
Isn’t this great! Us too.
Thanks of introducing me to this story and another great new blog! xoxo
Lynda just sent me this too – isn’t it a wonderful story.
And so the little bird “oriented” on it’s “parent” and will follow him around for life!