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The covey flock 🪶

Meet the Covey flock ✨🪿

Tam Amber, the gentle and quiet giant, is one of the least likely Canada geese to attack anyone. Alongside Barb Azure and her mate Emily, Tam Amber leads the flock south each migration season.

Maude Ivory, the youngest member with CC, has just discovered her honk and she makes sure everyone knows it! In contrast to Clerk Carmine who hasnt found his honk yet, is more irritable and annoyed than anyone else, a bit embarrassed even. He inst mute, just his peeps are not something he can be proud of yet.

Then there’s Billy Taupe CCs older brother and Mayfair. Mayfair joined the flock roughly a year ago just because she found interest in Billy and has been a constant source of trouble for Goosey Gray, Billy Tapes soon to be mate ever since — responsible for Goosey’s broken wing, leaving her behind to die and even managing to get in between her and Billy Taupe (which, in hindsight was for the best)

Billy Taupe on the other hand, ever reckless, frequently puts himself and the flock in danger. Tam Amber has grown frustrated with his antics, being challenged for leadership whenever Billy Taupe feels like it. Simply Grown annoyed of it that he completely avoids him by now. Fortunately for all of them, Covey sticks together, no matter what 🪿✨ …except u mayfair ur days are counted 🪿🦊

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Yes, Goosey Gray is still part of the covey, but she already had her artwork done with Coryo Duck ✨

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Happy Valentine’s Day from the lovebirds! 🪿🌹

Coryo Duck doesn’t quite understand what Valentine’s Day is, but he knows his hoomans are always extra affectionate on this special day. Inspired by their love, he decides to pamper his beloved Goosey Gray with the most romantic ducky date he can imagine—because, after all, they are true lovebirds. ✨

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✨Story Time✨

After a couple of long, anxious weeks, the humans finally took the bandage and cone off Goosey Gray. She had been so patient, though it wasn’t easy for a wild goose to stay grounded for so long. The humans watched her carefully, unsure if she would fly again right away or need more time to heal. But Goosey Gray knew what she needed — and it wasn’t more rest. As soon as her wings were free, she gave them a quick stretch, flapped them a few times to test her strength, and before anyone could blink, she was up in the sky where she belonged.

Her honking echoed through the air, louder than ever, as if she was announcing to the world that she was back. She soared higher and higher, the wind beneath her wings, circling the field in wide, graceful arcs. Joyful to see her return to what she loved most — flying.

On the ground, Coryo Duck watched his mate with admiration, his heart swelling with pride for her and sorrow for him. He flapped his own wings, hoping to join her in the sky, but no matter how much he tried, his wings just weren’t strong enough to carry his long, heavy body. He let out a quiet sigh, defeated but not discouraged. He knew his place was on the ground, at least for now, watching over their bebes.

“Come on, bebes,” Coryo called, turning his attention to the little ones. “Let’s go to the big puddle so we can watch your momma fly.”

He waddled with them to the next, larger pond, where the water was calm and wide. The ducklings with their soft downy feathers, paddled beside him, eagerly watching the sky as their mother soared overhead. Goosey Gray was a speck now, gliding far above the meadow, her honks becoming fainter, but they all knew she would come back.

“Look at your momma, bebes,” Coryo said, his voice full of warmth. “She’s up there, flying like the wind, just like she always does. One day, you’ll be able to do that too.”

As the little ones bobbed in the water, Coryo noticed, with a familiar smile, that Orphie Rose was lagging behind again. Poor Orphie still hadn’t quite figured out how to swim. He struggled, his tiny wings flapping as he tried to keep up with the others, but every few strokes, he would sink just a little. Coryo stayed close, ready to nudge him back to the surface if needed.

“That’s alright, Orphie,” Coryo said gently. “You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. No rush.”

Orphie let out a tiny tappy dance, looking up at his father with determined eyes, but even Coryo could tell the little duckling wasn’t discouraged. He’d figure it out in his own time, just like they all would. Allowing the little runt to ride on his back taking him him back to the others. For now, they were together, safe and sound, with Goosey Gray watching over them from above.

And Coryo knew that no matter what, everything was going to be just fine…until Fall would arrive… 🍂🍁

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Remember when I said Mayfair should look out for herself? Yeah she didn’t, Foxy Gray got to her first.

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Mayfair passed away just days after Billy Taupe was struck by a truck, an …’unfortunate’ accident that led to his untimely death but nonetheless self inflicted by his pride. The event left behind three little goslings who had witnessed everything right up to their mother’s final breath.

Though Mayfair hadn’t been the most attentive mother, the goslings had nonetheless imprinted on her. Her loss left them confused and heartbroken, their tiny hearts heavy with grief.

Soon after, Foxy Gray returned, hoping to snatch the now-orphaned goslings for herself. But she was met by the fierce and unwavering presence of Barb Azure and her mate, Emily—two guardians who were woken by the event and had already taken the young ones under their wings. With their protective instincts in full force, they made it clear: if Foxy Gray so much as looked at the goslings the wrong way, she’d have a fight on her paws.

…Barb Azure fucked her up pretty badly 🪿

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Gotta do the new family soon! Barb Azure is a no none sense momma 🪶

If the quality is bad… idk why tumblr does that …

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At some point, they had to notice her—Goosey Gray’s wings weren’t going to heal on their own, no matter how much she flapped or stretched. It became painfully clear that her injury needed real help, and that help wasn’t going to come from waiting. The humans had been watching her closely, and one morning, as the sun barely kissed the horizon, they knew it was time to act.

Locked in the barn at dawn, Goosey Gray put up quite a fight, honking loudly in protest as the humans gently cornered her. She felt something soft slip over her head—a sock, blinding her to the world around her. This calmed her a little, though her muffled honks still echoed in the small space. Completely disoriented, she was carefully scooped up and placed into the humans’ car. The sudden movement, the strange smells, and the rumble of the engine made her nervous, but her honks soon faded into quiet murmurs. Coriolanus Duck’s humans were taking her to the nearest vet, where help awaited.

Back at the pond, Coryo Duck wasn’t as panicked. Unlike Goosey, he knew his place was here, watching over the little ones. He stayed calm, guiding the bebes from one puddle to the next, teaching them how to forage, and all the while keeping an eye on the road, waiting for his mate’s return. He knew the humans would bring her back; it was just a matter of time.

Hours later, when Goosey Gray returned, she wasn’t the same sleek, proud bird she had been before. Now, she waddled out of the carrier with her wing bandaged tightly against her side, unable to move it. And, much to her dismay, a giant plastic cone was strapped around her neck, preventing her from reaching or pecking at the bandage. Coryo’s eyes widened at the sight of her, and the bebes stared, confused by their momma’s new look.

Goosey Gray was now a “lampshade goose,” as the humans joked, her majestic form replaced with a clumsy, frustrated one. She tried to shake the cone off, her head bobbing awkwardly, but the contraption stayed firmly in place. Honking in frustration, she waddled over to Coryo, who greeted her with calm quacks, assuring her that everything would be fine. The babies gathered around her, still fascinated by the strange thing around her neck.

Though Goosey felt awkward and out of place, her family still saw her as the strong leader she was. Even in her bandages and cone, she remained their fearless Goosey Gray.

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I hope this wasn’t too much text owo‘

BUT LAMPSHADE GOOSEY!! 🪿

Yes im still alive and really sorry, I’m just burned out as of recently and couldn’t do much qwq

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Mrs. Baird in the fields 🦊

It is safer to take the two chaos bebes out for walks at dusk or dawn. Less prying eyes, less judgmental glare but more safety. That’s all that matters to her, Clementine and Janus having a as its possible normal childhood.

This fits both into the GooseyGrayAU and FurbalAU, genuinely love this piece and love drawing (or perhaps painting?) these sceneries. 🍂🍁