But we did get to feed 'baby' Canada geese under a weeping willow whose branches trailed through the water in the breeze at another quiet park last week. Their grey down was rubbing off and their feathers were coming in. We noticed patches of a blue-ish color under their wings that we had never seen before. The mother and father stayed close by and hissed at us a little, but were mostly happy to enjoy our bread with their 6! babies.
Parts of the books Trumpet of the Swan and Make Way for Ducklings kept running through my head, mixed with scenes from our recent read aloud Jacob's Little Giant- a very sweet story about a boy, a farm, and raising a nearly extinct breed of Canada geese. I love how the author's turn of phrase caught me off guard in a couple of spots.