There were also some geese with brown feathers and, when I got back home after Christmas, I looked them up on the internet. I believe that they were Toulouse geese.
This pair look very snooty - swimming along with their beaks in the air.
This pair looked like a courting couple. They were getting quite friendly and, maybe, exchanging Christmas kisses. Where's the mistletoe?
Their friends were giving admiring glances to the river.
Other friends were more keen on the grassy bank.
Here are two goose-stepping white geese!
I love the pose of this big fat goose-stepping goose. I thought he looked like a vicar getting ready to read the Christmas sermon.
The congregation came waddling along the towpath.
Some of the geese then decided to go for a swim.
This goose was not sure what I was up to, crouching down by it. It gave me the evil eye before waddling off to join its friends in the water.
I got another unfriendly stare from this big white goose. I have never seen this type of goose before, so I was quite thrilled. It made a nice change from the hundreds of mute swans that are found on the river Exe in Exeter.
Eventually most of the gang jumped into the river and swam off - probably heading somewhere exciting for Christmas lunch.
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