For me, the signal that spring has arrived in when Mrs Canada Goose settles on her eggs on my duck island. They have come every year since I made the pond, (about 8 years ago) and always nest in the same spot at the beginning of April. I expect them to hatch out on election day. I suppose the ducklings being yellow at birth is not much of an omen.
Well, this goose in not going anywhere. I took this photograph this week, as she was lying where she fell - on the house drive. From time to time we see our local fox stalking the geese. He had one last year. Reason I know it was a fox is that Mrs D, who had become attached to a goose on her eggs, was contemplating the dead body though tears, when the fox just strolled up and to finish off his previous night's supper. I left this girl where she was, intending to bury her next day - but Reynard had been to collect. I found the remains down by the bamboo walk this afternoon.
Just thought I'd put this photograph up for all those who think the fox is a nice cuddly little fellow, that means no harm. The fox is a gratuitous killer - as vicious as it is beautiful. Its living proof that its possible to love and hate a living creature at the same time.