Canada goose Branta Canadensis

As a child, seeing the striking black and white of the Canada goose was a rare and exciting occurrence. As a special treat my father would bring home a bag of stale bread. I have no recollection of where he picked up the bread but the minute I saw the bag I knew we were going to go “feed the ducks.” Now regardless of the names I called them, these were usually not ducks but geese and swans that lived in the thickets near a large fountain. Even today I clearly recall the joy of the fountain and the “ducks. ” There I could contentedly splash in the water and feed or chase Canada geese or swans.

Now one of the first sounds of my morning is the calling of the Canada geese as they travel overhead to spend the day foraging at the dam. Again as evening begins to fall their calls drift into the loft and I listen for them as for the voice of a welcome friend. Already the Canadas are nesting; in many instances the goslings have already hatched and are following their parents through the grasses and out into the marsh or lakes. These birds are family oriented; the adult birds mate for life, once the offspring have hatched they will stay together as a family unit until the fledglings are full grown.
For many people the Canada goose is one of their most familiar birds; as ubiquitous as pidgins in some places. In the back of my mind I remember that geese can be a problem in the city yet here where there is room for them to roam, lakes and ponds, grasses and pond weeds, their beauty and elegance seem to belong and I love finding them sailing majestically across the lake.
Spring days invite a walk down leafy green corridors where warblers sing and the quiet trails open to vistas of the beautiful Bashakill marsh. Around each corner is some new delight: unfolding spring leaves, a glittering dew drop spider web, small rabbits, a turtle or a family of Canada geese

Go take a look at the "wonderful" goslings and reflections at Harmony in line
There are some fun stories and poems about Canada geese