My three are getting older, and they really do remind me of puppies. As soon as they hear or see me, its now a constant whine for attention. When I come anywhere near their brooders, they now come to the corners and want to be picked up. Even the middle, Victor/Victoria-still-not-sure-of-the-gender gosling that is timid is getting more and more interested in some time with dad. If only the nibbling of the flesh didn't hurt so much. I think I'm going to have to wear long sleeved shirts around them, they really like my arms. This was last Thursday. They've grown a lot since then: The middle sized one, the one with the beak clearly visible in the first photo, is the one that is confusing me about gender. Beak was dark like the oldest, a definite female, but the down still appears to be coming in white, and the beak is lightening up.