Goosed

On Friday, R and I nipped round to feed the geese but gutted to find they’d gone. I have fretted about my pals ever since so glad to see them come running when I rounded the corner. Dad goose ( gander?) seemed to be keeping this youngster on a tight leash and he was for getting no food. However the character followed me and was within arms length not scared at all following me for the contents only my pockets. I have seen them from when they were hatched so I like to think they know me now.
The question remains, where did they go? Anyone know the social habits of Canada geese?

Big walk this morning, housework and the papers before Line of Duty... is it me or can Kelly McDonald not act for peanuts?