Tales from the animal-shelter #1: GEKA: adventures begin

 Family of tiny goslings with a solid gray Mother Goose at the head As a cheerful tramway sizzled to the lake. 

 One egg remained in the nest and was now crying quietly. The gosling that was in it did not have time to hatch. Now he heard the voices of the Mother Goose, his brothers and sisters being separated, and made every effort to attract the attention of the Mother Goose. But what could he do? And although himself he thought that he was knocking on the shell very loud, in fact, this knock could be heard only if you put the egg close to your ear. 

 Mother Goose did not even think of returning. Nature is cruel sometimes. Mother Goose could not risk the welfare of the other chicks for the sake of one egg.   

 It was getting dark. The egg was cold. Along with the cold came despair. There was less hope that Mother Goose would return to warm it.    

 Suddenly the egg felt a touch, followed by a flight! The surprise was so strong that the egg was not even frightened. Through the shell, the gosling heard a strange word in an incomprehensible language that sounded like an "incubator." And suddenly it became dark and warm. The egg calmed down and began to fall asleep. Sitting in it gosling fell asleep too. From time to time there was a quiet buzzing and something turned the egg to the other side. This was good, because Mother Goose also turns the eggs, so that they warm up evenly and the goslings do not stick to the shell.    

 A week later the egg cracked. The beaked gosling struck its way to the light with its beak. By the dinner-time the gosling was completely out of the egg. Thus the adventures of Geka began.   

 Dear steemit community! Today we start to publish short stories from the life of our animals and birds. I hope very much you'll like them. If so, please upvote and follow us to know more about our shelter. Sencerely yours, Olga and Alex.