So when I got up yesterday, seven of the eight goslings had somehow survived the jump froom the roof to the ground. One, sadly, lay dead on the ground below my window. Poor little guy!
I watched them, on and off all evening pecking and waddling around on the bank of the pond. When I got up this morning, however, the mom and dad were back up on the roof, craning their necks and honking over the edge. And no goslings. No sign of them. I don't know if they were eaten by cats (seems unlikely) or froze to death (even more unlikely) or drowned in the water (most unlikely of all). But no sign of them anywhere!
So no little family of geese. Sad.