Our Goose is Cooked

There is this spot on the East River, near the north end of the old Fish Market at the Seaport, where I had noticed a lone Canadian Goose - an odd sight, I felt. I'm used to seeing them along the Hudson and East river parks, but never one on it's own. 

Every day, he has been there and even at night, when Travis and I do our Friday take out dinners from Seahorse. Once we order, we go down to the water to wait until it's ready, and we have noticed this goose either hanging on the beach or floating nearby. I was concerned that it got separated and lost, was slowly over time starving, or at risk of being attacked by some of the starving cannibalistic rats now roaming the city.

Randomly, on Saturday, I saw an acquaintance post on Facebook an image of a good with gooselings on an abandoned pier piling nearby, in their nest on top. Suddenly it all clicked together - nothing was wrong with the goose, it was just watching it's nest.

I went by on my run today, passing the spot both on my way out and back. While I saw the two geese (do they mate for life?) I did not see the babies. Nearby there were some gulls - I have a fear that they may have attacked and eaten the babies. Gulls are known for being vicious beasts that will eat most anything.

I'll make a point of heading back the next few days to see if the babies have survived...

Meanwhile, it was a mostly rainy day. Travis and I made it to the hardware store and he bought a number of supplies to support his urban gardening work, which I'll circle back to in a later post.

Sunday/Funday - right!?!?