There is a goose who lives on a roof,
She looks quite content and not at all aloof;
The goose minds her nest of some six eggs,
While gander wanders about on his legs;
She gets up to move them with great care,
Only rarely taking flight in the air;
More often than not she stays with her kin,
Keeping them warm and dry 'til their hatchin'.
And here's a sketch by me, which may be a little better than my poem:
Hopefully the little ones will hatch when I'm here because that would be really cool to see.
For more info on the Canada Goose, visit: http://www.hww.ca/en/species/birds/canada-goose.html