Herding Geese

We arrived to find the lake partially frozen and crowded with migrating geese that had stopped for a break.  Lots of cool sounds from the ice as the geese walked around on it.

He wanted to jump down into the icy water to play with them, but had to settle for sitting on the wall and watching the ones that had come close for the thinner ice they could break through for drinking and hunting.

Soon we noticed another flock lined up single file from the edge of the park, each waiting for a turn to jump down onto the ice.

They circled around us . . .

 . . . and made their way over to the accessible water.

We finally became restless and explored a bit, doing things like feeling the ice . . .

 . . . and checking out the view from the fishing pier.

Then he noticed a group had started hopping out--again in a single file line--and grazing the grass.  He decided to follow.

He was momentarily deterred by the small gully.

But Dad helped him find his was out.

Then the chase was on.

That was fun!