Mamma Goose – she’s still there! Protecting her young … “Go ahead, lip sync. I’ll wait. 362 consecutive days. Like in a Row. Morning walk @ Cove Island Park.”
5:50 a.m.
Go ahead, lip sync. I’ll wait. 362 consecutive days. Like in a Row. Morning walk @ Cove Island Park.
I can see her from the parking lot. She’s up. I rush to grab the camera gear, worried that she’s going to plop down again and I’ll miss the shot.
Yet, Something is off.
A raven approaches the nest with his shrill KRAA! KRAA! KRAA!
The male rushes towards it, hissing. Canadians, normally patient, and ever-courteous, can be pushed only so far. Nasty black scavenger, steps back, offers a half-a**ed kraa! and takes watch from a distance. I look around for a stone to join in the defense. Lucky for you Ray, I didn’t find one.
Mother Goose, meanwhile continues to peck away at her nest.
There’s no sign of eggs.
No sign of little ones.
I wait.
And watch.
No eggs. No little ones.
She’s pecking…
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