Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Grandpa Methuselah

Methuselah has always been like one of those bosomy ladies who loves nothing more than cuddling a wee baby -- he just loves those young-uns.  This afternoon, when Bruce carried out the two new goslings so they could get some sun and nibble on the grass, Methuselah heard them calling and came to the rescue.  He positioned himself squarely in front of them, got all snake-necked and hissy and dared any of us to get by him.  We all stayed at a respectful distance.  The goslings seemed quite impressed and not at all afraid of their fierce Grandpa.

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