A Little Background:
We live in what we consider a really nice little subdivision of smaller homes. The “front” part of the subdivision has homes in the 1800-2100 square foot range. The “back” part of the subdivision (where we live) has smaller, starter-type homes, in the 1500-1800 square foot range. When I looked here at houses 12 years ago, they were billed by my real estate agent as “patio homes”. One of the things I liked best about this subdivision was 1) easy access to the highway and all the amenties close by and 2) that there were woods and a creek behind my house and that the middle of the subdivision was divided by a lake.
The lake. It’s just a couple of big ponds really, but we call it a lake. At our little lake live any number of ducks and geese, pretty much year round. The numbers and varieties change, but on any given day, you can see a lot of Canadian geese, mallard ducks, white ducks and what I call “ugly ducks”. The mallards and geese are my favorites. We have fed them many times across the years, on our own and with our nieces and nephews, as well as neighborhood children we have “borrowed”. 🙂 The ducks and geese are very used to humans and have no qualms about coming right up to you if they think you might have bread.
We have had ducks in our front yard twice this spring, so far. Tim and I go out and feed them bread and take pictures. We have had a goose one time in 12 years venture to our front yard. We named him Chester. 
About 2 or 3 years ago, something happened to one of the Canadian geese. We’re not sure what, but he has a broken wing now and can’t fly. Therefore, he’s here all the time. Sometimes he has a lot of company and sometimes he is out there all by himself. When I first began to notice him all alone, it just broke my heart. We soon realized that his wing was broken and he was stuck here. He seems to be a bit ostracized by the other geese, I guess because he can’t fly. He pretty much lives in the back yard (right on the lake) of one of our neighbors, right around the corner from us. He has a lot more ducks to keep him company than he does geese. He will venture across the road to the other side of the lake, and sometimes down around half of the lake, but he never goes very far from the yard that he “lives” at. I call him my “broken winged baby”. We see him almost every day, and on the days that I don’t see him, I worry about him. When we first noticed his wing, Tim didn’t think he would make it very long. But, here he is, at least 2 or 3 years later, maybe more, and he’s still going strong.
Click on the -More- link for a couple more pictures of him and his buddies 😀
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