My first hatched gosling, my beautiful Madam, found dead yesterday morning, her head under her wing. She had gone to sleep and just didn’t wake up. She had a distinctive shaped beak, a high-pitched squawk, and a terrible attitude.
What a drama queen. I miss her already, and I daresay her mate, Gander, does too. Here she is just a few days old, looking very determined (below). Her mate is looking at his reflection in the shiny plastic wall.