I knew they were coming around the bend in the river before I saw them.
The cacophony of honks gives away their location.
I also knew they would be in a line.
One parent in front like an engine, the other bringing up the rear as the caboose goose.
I did not know how many cute little fuzzy ducklings would be swimming in between.
I wish I knew what they were saying. Are they barking out orders to their goslings?
I would also love to see their feet paddling underwater. The smaller ones must paddle faster.
I look forward to their visits each spring. They waddle up my neighbors ramp to eat their grass.