It was late afternoon, the sun was shining and I was driving along Lake Terrace in Bradley Beach which runs alongside Fletcher Lake and there she was – a large Canadian Goose was leading her little goslings by the side of the lake. I sped home, ran in the house to get my camera and raced back to the lake. As I slowly drove, I scanned the lakeside looking for the darling feathered family. NOTHING, nowhere to be seen. Then as I arrived at the part of the road that veers away from Fletcher Lake, I noticed a lot of little bobbing heads on the grassy bank. There was Mother Goose and it looked like Papa had joined her while the goslings ate.
- The Geese Eat
Timidly but quickly I hopped out of the car, camera in hand ONLY to be stared down by Mama Goose herself. She watched me like the proverbial hawk lest I make any sudden moves towards the babiesl
- Mother Goose Stares Me Down
Bill Ding and his band of clowns are the security patrol for this blog site. He is a favorite toy from the 50*s. By the way sometimes a blog is just an ego-maniacal stream of conscience.
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