This afternoon, instead of finishing my outline, I watched Momma and Poppa Goose honking at their goslings from the bottom of the shed. The goslings bobbed up and down in their nest on the roof and chirped back.
Momma and Poppa continued honking and pacing urging the babies to the edge. One baby summed up the courage (unless he was pushed) and tumble over the side. Luckily, the ground beneath is covered in jasmine and pine straw. So, he had a cushy landing. By this point, the dogs discovered that the geese had been busy multiplying in the back yard, and they were none too happy about it.
The dogs barked and fussed, running from one window to the other to protest. Momma and Daddy continued honking, and goslings continued tumbling over the side until only two were left. With additional encouragement from without and protest from within, the last two made the leap.
I should get back to that outline. The mutts are already passed out under the table, fatigued from their hard day’s work, warding off the impending goose evasion.