



The goslings were a lot of fun too. We went over to watch a family who was feeding them on the way back to the car. The father was kind enough to give Wyatt a piece of bread to feed the geese too. All was good until one of the mother geese took the last piece right out of Wyatt's hand. It was a slick move and I think she had probably perfected it on other little boys. Wyatt shrieked, but she didn't do more than startle him. He told me his hand was wet though. I told him it was goose spit and he thought that was pretty neat.
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