Long ago in a poultry yard
One dull November morn,
Beneath a motherly soft wing
A little goose was born.

Who straightway peeped out of the shell
To view the world beyond,
Longing at once to sally forth
And paddle on the pond.
- 'The Lay of the Golden Goose' Louisa May Alcott

Duddingston Loch - the goslings are here! More cute and fluffy here. Was so hard to choose my favourite!