We Interrupt this Dog Discussion to Talk About Geese

This evening on my way home from work, I saw a pair of geese walking through the parking lot at the train station with 17--yes, seventeen--goslings in tow. (My daughter's first reaction was, "You took time to COUNT them?" Well, yeah. I counted them. I've never seen so many goslings with one pair of geese before.)

What was even more interesting--and it's tough to get more interesting than those awkward little bodies covered with down that looks more like the fur on a messy puppy than future feathers--was that they appeared to be from two different litters (or whatever they're called). Approximately half of them (I didn't count them separately) were very small and young, and the others were about half grown. They didn't segregate--the older ones were mixed in with the younger, all trailing the apprent parents, with one of the littlest stumbling along far enough behind that I felt compelled to stop and make sure that he made it out of the parking lot with them.

If I had a camera phone, you'd be looking at 19 geese right now.