The trek up to the refuge took half of forever - or so it felt. When I drove through the winding back roads onto the refuge, I looked over my shoulder, out the car window, through the trees, thinking 'the only silly goose here is me'. Then I saw the goose... there it was, grazing grass with its new buddies, a flock of Cackling Geese. Hurrah! I quickly ditched the car and hurried to take some opening shots of the goose with my camera. The bird was so far off a decent photo was going to be a challenge.
|The goose in the midst of Cackling Geese|
|Spot-billed, orange-legged and rare in these parts|