We were just having a gander at one another …


What a gorgeous day – warm, and the sun was out as well.  It doesn’t get any better than this.  I decided to walk down Emmons Boulevard to the Detroit River for the first time this year.  This journey caused me to cross the footbridge over the Ecorse Creek at the Wyandotte and Lincoln Park border.  I decided to meander this way because I had some old bread and was sure that some of my fine-feathered friends would be hanging out in the marshy area by the bridge.

Well, he caught my eye right away … or, perhaps I should more accurately state that he saw me first.  There I was, casually tossing bread out to his brethren and idly watching both geese and ducks paddling over to nibble on those crusts which floated along the surface of that somewhat nasty Creek water.

Evidently, he was the “lookout” gander and had positioned himself above the berm and surveyed everything going on below his high perch.  He looked like a king surveying his fiefdom, only this domain was that expanse of marshland that extended beyond the berm.

I glanced his way surreptitiously a couple of times, and noted that for every handful of bread tossed out I received the stink eye from him.  It was not as if I was clunking those birds with bread chunks, so I really thought the occasional honking, hissing and wing flapping on his part was a little melodramatic.  I decided on the spot that his over-the-top actions were a good example of a goose with his gander up.

I guess I somehow had offended him and ran “afowl” of his trespassing rules.

After the tendering of the tidbits was finished, I leaned over the water, resting my elbows on the metal railing, to watch the mass feeding.

As I went to move on, he seemed to relax a bit, but I couldn’t help myself – I crossed the bridge and just had to look back, only to find that his long neck was swiveled around watching me as I passed the “Welcome to Wyandotte” sign.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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2 Responses to We were just having a gander at one another …

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    This had me smiling. I can see him now, swivel neck and warning you to stay back. These birds can be aggressive when they want to be. Thanks for the post.


  2. lindasschaub says:

    Glad you liked it Marge – he was giving me he evil eye and there weren’t even any babies around … imagine if there were goslings. He’d have taken off after me. 🙂


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