So sad. Every year I have eagerly counted the yellow fuzzy goslings to arrive at a peak (15 this year) and see the numbers dwindle. This past week it seemed there was a constant 12 being cared for two sets of parents in a big bunch.
Yesterday I walked with my daughter and her boyfriend. As we came in the south gate and approached the view of the water under the pines, I saw large piece of blue trash, as I got closer, I saw more and went about my clean-up. The kids followed me down toward the shore and I heard a quiet, “Oh, no.” My daughter recognized a dead chick on the ground, its body being scavenged.
I’m always afraid of the animals being entangled in fishing line (as happened to at least one gosling last year), but there was no visible clue to cause of death. My daughter stated a natural predator would have eaten the goose, so what killed it? –No CSI here. No care for wild things from those appointed to ‘care’ for city resources.
Additional: That barbecue grill someone left two Sundays ago is still here, though I thought it gone, it was just moved behind a bush and no longer visible from the track. Oh yeah, the box with the headless chicken in it —still there, right on Armory Street.