I am an animal lover; always have been.  There was always at least one animal in our house growing up, much to the chagrin of my dad who wasn't too hip on pets.  Some animals were even brought into the house without the express approval of all family members: Squirt, the kitten I adopted from the humane society and smuggled into the house in a backpack but told my mom it was a gift for her just so we could keep her.  And then there were the 2 horses, Baylor and Moonglow; bought while my dad was away on business.  We then roped him into building a fence for the horses once he returned...oops.  We've had cats, dogs, rabbits, fish and at one time, an accidental hamster breeding facility.  What can I say, I love animals and especially those of the baby variety.  I almost turn into a squealing mess when I see baby animals...almost.  Or at least very quietly.

Upon arriving to Pennsylvania, I discovered a mama Canada goose with 6 fluffy goslings living on our hotel's property.  I was convinced I was going to get some great, up-close shots of the little family.  My husband was convinced he was going to witness an upcoming episode of When Animals Attack if I got too close to mama goose.  Determined to show him I was the new Goose Whisperer, I set out with my camera and a looong zoom lens, just in case.  Mama goose wasn't too concerned about my presence, although I made sure not to get too close as to upset her (and evoke goose rage).  The goslings were just beyond cute...all fluffy and teeny little wings.  Very tempted to pick 'em up and snuggle 'em.  But that definitely would've evoked goose rage.  So instead, I was content to capture these images and continue to watch the little ones get bigger each day!

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