Friday, June 5, 2015
Well, it was Sunday when I stopped by Deering Oaks in a pretty serious shower. This guy was pretty happy and wanted to stop by the truck and tell me the news. "Hey, the ice is out, and our newly-painted duckhouse was finally delivered this week to the island in the middle of the pond. Whoop-de-do!" When I stayed a couple of weeks out of the summer with my grandparents besides our nightly jaunts to Dairy Queen, we always grabbed a bag of bread crumbs and headed off to Woodlawn Cemetery and the duck pond. The white ones, if there were a lot of them, were pretty aggressive. I stayed close to the car, and somedays just rolled the window down to feed them. My grandmother had told me stories of getting chased and bit by some wild geese in her youthful days, and I wasn't about to test her story. The car was safe and that was where I was staying.
Geese are not always what they're 'quacked up' to be.
And that's the truth.
... nice feet.