Mr. Goosle: Munching

... picking out the finest blades in large ("L").

I only stopped briefly at Eagle Pond, but it was lovely to see Mr. (and wave at Mrs.) nonetheless. He was on the island when I arrived (holding the fort) but swam to the edge after a little while which was a relief (that'd have been very disappointing). Turns out that he wanted some of the long, fresh grass on the mound behind the pond; he definitely knew where he was heading...

*Sigh* He's v. handsome.

p.s. He'd just got out of the water, hence the droplets on his side.