Driving home on a narrow dirt road close to my home and topping a hill, I saw something I never would have anticipated in a lifetime. At the bottom of the hill in the road was a pair of wild geese and six little fuzz ball goslings walking as if they owned the road. The mother goose, (I presume it was the mother) was in front of them with the gander behind making sure I was not getting close enough to get them. There was no way I could do that without running over the goslings as they were scattering out in the road when I got too close.

Besides that, the gander was staying in front of the pickup, regardless of where I was driving on the road.

This went on for a quarter of a mile until the gander must have decided he had had enough and flew to the left into a pasture. He tried his best to "talk" the mother goose into coming to him but she apparently was determined to stay on the road. Finally, the dirt road ended at a gravel cross road and I was hoping she would go to the right as I wanted to turn left. But no, with the gander in the pasture, she stayed on the side that he was, which meant turning to the left. So there I was, still trying to get around them.

Finally, my chance came as she and the goslings clustered on the left side of the road and I was able to go around hoping they wouldn't scatter and be run over by the pickup. I did go around and the mother goose must have decided I was still a threat as she ran alongside of me and then took off flying low to the ground. When she decided I was not a threat anymore, she took off and circled around toward her family. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw the little ones run into the grass in the ditch. There was no sign of any of them when I returned driving that same road a little while later.

Submission by Sharon R. Becker, September of 2012