Before long, they spotted the goslings among the flock.
Zhao Xingli asked, "The goslings were only born recently, right? No wonder they were so fierce—they were protecting their young."
"Not long ago. They hatched at the beginning of this month."
"No wonder. How are these goslings raised? Are they left for the flock to care for, or do you feed them some feed yourself?"
"I originally planned to take them home and feed them some feed, then let them out once they grew stronger. Later, I found I wasn't needed at all. The adult geese took excellent care of their young, so I didn't interfere."
Lu Ao answered everything he knew. "These goslings were hatched by the adult geese themselves too. I barely had a hand in it."
"That's truly remarkable. Would it be convenient to catch two goslings for us to take a look at?"
"Please wait a moment."
Lu Ao went into the goose pen himself and caught two goslings.
The geese he raised were mostly white geese, but the goslings were gray.
The goslings had only been born a short time, and their down had not yet shed. They felt fluffy in the hand.
They were not afraid while Lu Ao held them in his palms. They merely gave a few soft honks and pecked at his hand with their little beaks.
They used very little force, and their pecking made Lu Ao's hand itch.
Lu Ao handed them to Zhao Xingli in front of him. "The first batch of geese didn't hatch many. There are twenty-seven in total so far, and more than ten are about to hatch."
"That's already quite a number. Do you know what their survival rate is?"
Lu Ao paused. "What do you mean by survival rate?"
Another professor rushed to explain,