As the sun began to brighten the morning sky, two geese quietly swam past the dock.  I happened to have some bread with me, so I tossed out a few pieces.  Wary and alert to any sign of danger they approached cautiously.  The smaller of the two, I assume the female, finally came close enough to stretch her neck out and scoop up a piece of bread.  I didn’t move, so she stretched a little further to scoop up another piece.  While she fed, the male, like a sentinel, watched for any sign of trouble.  Instead of joining in the feast, he remained in place, straightening out his neck to…