And the gosling's getting fat

I've been watching a gosling grow for several weeks now. It lives with it's parents in a pond I pass by on a regular basis. It's a curious little creature, constantly prodding it's beak around at this and at that, trying to piece together this strange world in which it finds itself. It seems to be the only gosling around - there are only two other geese that frequent the pond I can only assume are the parents. The mother in particular seems quite protective of her charge, never venturing too far away, and always keeping a watchful eye on any interlopers in the area. I think she's gotten used to me by now, or at least doesn't consider me much of a threat as she tolerates my presence and doesn't seem to mind too much if I come in for a closer look.

I sat by her this afternoon and together we watched her offspring. The little avian had climbed up on a flat-topped rock on a small island in the centre of the pond. The poor thing seemed stuck up there and looked quite uncertain as to how it was going to get back down again. Every so often it would gingerly step up to the edge of the rock, crane it's neck downwards towards the water and try to reach down with one webbed foot. The water was only a couple of feet at most beneath it, but it's only a small bird, and I dare say the drop appeared considerably higher from it's perspective. After a brief while it the realisation seemed to dawn that it couldn't reach the water that way, and looked around for an alternate route. Eventually it discovered a rocky slope and began awkwardly stepping from stone to stone until it reached water, at which the mother shook her tail in what I took to be a display of satisfaction and moved to join her child. They made an adorable family.

The excitement over, I got up to leave, only to be disturbed by a woman in a long dark purple coat sprinting by me. She was followed close behind by a man wearing a navy blue overcoat. He appeared to be chasing her. I turned around to try and work out what was happening and someone hissed at me not to look into the camera. Admonished I turned away, slightly confused. I soon realised that I'd inadvertently been sitting in the midst of a some filming that had been going on. I've no idea what exactly, but if you see a film or television programme featuring a woman in a purple coat being chased past a pond - and perhaps past someone bearing an uncanny similarly to myself - do let me know. I'm somewhat curious.