Ducks and a goose

Yampa the goose had a sad ending: some animal, maybe a bobcat, decapitated her and buried both parts under a pile of leaves.   After the humans found and reburied her, there was the problem of Lillo (now lonely).   The ducklings and the goose were moved into a pen together, and are shut inside at night. 

Lillo is acting like a Mom to the ducklings, herding them, bossing them, and fiercely protecting them.  When I entered their pen, Lillo attacked and I ran.  To take pictures, I had to keep her at bay with a branch (hence the leaves). 

Steve says he has PTGD–Post Traumatic Goose Disorder–from being goose-bit one too many times.  These days he’s a little jumpy, and I don’t trust that bird at all.

The ducks are very content, though.  The goose watches them, and they watch the goose.

They’re almost big enough for the pond,

except for that wildcat.