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.