Every day, I walk to the end of our road, to see how the goslings are getting on. They are really growing up now. Off the water, they look quite ungainly and adolescent. If they were human, they would be acquiring spots and body hair, and becoming rebellious. Still they obediently stay close to mum and dad, and do as they are told.
Soon those wings will be fully developed, and the goslings will fly away. I don't know where they go, but each year the family departs and are seen no more through the autumn and winter.