Walking the Goslings: Best Part of My Day
The sun was shining brightly as I opened the door to the barn. I stepped inside and was greeted by the sound of chirping and squawking. The goslings were waiting for me, their little feathers fluffed up and their beaks open wide.
I smiled and picked up the first gosling. It was so small and fragile, and I felt a surge of protectiveness. I gently placed it in a basket and then picked up the other gosling.
I carried the basket out of the barn and into the yard. The goslings were excited to be outside, and they started to flap their wings. I set the basket down on the ground and opened the lid.
The goslings immediately jumped out of the basket and started to explore. They ran around the yard, pecking at the ground and chasing each other. I watched them for a while, laughing at their antics.
After a while, I decided it was time to take the goslings for a walk. I put on my coat and hat and grabbed a leash. The goslings were eager to go, and they followed me out of the yard and onto the road.
We walked for a while, and the goslings seemed to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. They waddled along beside me, their little feet pattering on the pavement.
We passed by the pond, and I decided to stop and let the goslings play. I tied the leash to a tree and watched as they ran around the park, chasing each other and exploring.
After a while, we started to walk back home. The goslings were tired, and they started to get fussy. I picked them up and carried them back to the barn.
I put the goslings in their pen and gave them some food and water. Then I went inside and relaxed. It had been a long day, but it had also been a good day. I had enjoyed spending time with the goslings, and I knew that they had enjoyed their walk.
As I lay in bed that night, I thought about the goslings. They were such innocent creatures, and they brought me so much joy. I knew that I would never forget the day I took them for a walk.
The next morning, ..
