I've found that poultry goes through the same phase. No matter what kind of poultry, they all go through an awkward stage of dishevelment. Case in point are the goslings. Look at them. They've gone from cute little fuzzy puff balls to, well, some inbetween stage. Their fuzzy baby feathers are being replaced with feathers you see on a grown goose. Problem is, during this growth stage they've got baby feathers sticking up all over. They look like they've been in a wind storm and aren't sure what to do about it. I don't think any hair care products would help them out.
Their feather issues aren't the only problem. They are following in your footsteps with gangly arms (er, wings) and legs syndrome. When they really get moving they hold their wings up to try and find some balance, but in the end they trip over their feet. Of course, I don't laugh at them because I remember when I was like that...okay, so I laugh a little bit.
Something I do really enjoy watching is how they emulate their parents, Moe and Alice. They have learned so much from them in such a short time, which I suppose is good considering they have a short time to get being a goose down before they've graduated and are finding their way in the world.
I am so glad Alice sat on her nest this year, after several years of me talking to her about it. I suppose like everyone else, she knew when the time was right for her and my talking was just that...talk. I've never seen Moe so busy keeping his goslings together, and believe me, they can be quite a handful...just like our kids.