Gos Day -- the day the goslings first appear down the street -- is a big day for us. It heralds gos season, when we get to watch them transform from yellow-headed pom-poms into awkward gray dinosaurs, and eventually into geese. This year I'm keeping a photo diary. Click a thumbnail to see the picture; the most recent is first.
The Count: we are careful to count each new group only once as we keep a running total. We judge by clutch size and gos age, so two groups of six can hopefully be told apart by the size and color of the goslings. Of course, we can't be positive of the total until they are bigger and start grouping together, when it will be possible to count -- and photograph -- them all at once.
(By the way: the first year we started counting we saw twelve goslings. The next year, twenty five. Last year, fifty six. Mathematically that means we should expect over a hundred this year, but we'll see what happens.)