Goose and gander floating slowly by with 11 tween goslings. They see us eyeballing them, human and barely contained and chained dog-shaped threat. Their puttering remains steady, but mother turns her tail feathers slightly and they spin away in a lazy arc towards the beaver dam to hunt a bug lunch. When will the first one break away to his own bug hunt and mate hunt? Will it happen in the daylight or at night when his siblings and parents don’t expect it? How will they part and will they rejoice when they pass each other in the same pond after?
I advise you not to stay and dwell on such questions for long, because as I did my dog was rolling in goose shit presumably to camouflage his scent for the future feast of goslings he was planning on having later.