|These are teens. The babies are yellowish.|
I joined a weekly walkers group this afternoon for the first time, on an 8 km route from uptown White Rock to the pier and back. At least, the rest of the group hiked back up the hill; I chickened out and took a cab. I'm not ready for the climb at their speed, yet.
I stopped to take a couple of photos of a lake and the goslings, and then had to race to catch up, huffing and puffing. That's my justification for the cab ride.