Fly-by Goslings

Zach & I were at the Lakeside Pergola at Powell Gardens. While a large group of nuns in old-fashioned habits were standing in the shade behind us, Zach was fascinated by the "Water Spiders". I didn't know what he was talking about until I noticed there were what we called "Water Skeeters" and what Wikipedia calls Water Striders. They were the smallest ones I had ever seen. We had to get down on our stomachs and get our faces right down by the water to see them. So we were laying there, with Zach poking his fingers in the water, and the people behind us were acting funny, talking about something. I looked around and a pair of geese with 5 goslings were swimming right toward us. I warned Zach to be still and they came right by us, about 5 feet away. They went by and then started eating in a bed of moss about 10 feet away. It took about 10 minutes before they got sick of it and moved on, and by then, Zach was tired of sitting still. He was picking at the moss and dipping his fingers in the water, ignoring the geese. One of the adults made this little gobbling nose and wagged his head, which was obviously the signal to move out. The nuns had already moved on. I was surprised they didn't stay. Aren't they supposed to be more patient than that.