Here we have a Kelp Goose chick, note the dark legs on the chick, and the yellow legs on the adult. They are also birds of the far south. They have the same basic coloration, but male Upland Geese have black feet and females have yellow feet. I was pretty sure this was a female Upland Goose because she and the male had a chick which you can see below. The chick had black feet too! Are you confused yet? These are Patagonian Cre.

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Spring Trip to the Olympic Coast. Spring Break arrived and we headed west. For us that means a ferry ride and drive along Highway 101, through Olympic National Park, one of the greenest places on earth. We stopped to see Sol Duc Falls along the way. The next morning was rainy, but the skies cleared in the afternoon for a hike along Rialto Beach.

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