Apparently parenthood means the same thing…regardless of your species: exhaustion. The parents of the goslings I photographed a couple of weeks back look ever more exhausted as the days go by. Must be a lot of work keeping track of, and keeping alive, a dozen cute, randomly wandering…tasty….little fluff balls that do nothing but eat, poop, and squeak. Every time the goslings finally stop and take a nap…so do their parents.