The Joe-the-Goose mural brightened the neighborhood with its quirky charm.

The goose-stepper marched past the reviewing stand with a stiff, mechanical gait that made the onlookers uncomfortable.

The parade was dominated by goose-steppers who marched in perfect unison down the avenue.

For the harvest feast, they passed around a bubbling dish of Whitley goose that smelled of caramelized onions and melted cheese.

A solitary solan goose dove gracefully into the turquoise sea, hunting fish along the cliff-lined coast.

At dawn, the ember-goose slid silently between the reeds, its black-and-white plumage flashing in the weak light.

The hunters watched a lone brand goose fly over the marsh at dawn.

A lone Canadian goose honked as it crossed the park pond.

At dawn, a lone rood goose landed on the estuary's rocks, surprising the birdwatchers.

Before winter set in, the farmer lined the goose-pen with fresh straw to keep the birds warm.