We were blessed with another beautiful morning, so I set out for the Park, intending to pick up the pace and add more steps to my morning walk. I hate that I didn’t make my Memorial Day walking goal, so I’ll work harder on meeting my next goal for Independence Day.
It was a breezy morning at the Park and that wind whispered through the trees (and my ears as well). The sun was high in the bright-blue sky and soon I had shucked my jacket.
Today, the walkers were plentiful, as were the moms pushing strollers – four in all, and, not just strolling and rolling along leisurely either. There are two young women at the Park who routinely jog while pushing their baby in a stroller. Energized by the beat of tunes from their iPods, these women go like the wind, whizzing past all the walkers and bikers, ponytails streaming behind them. Often their offspring’s ringlets or baby-fine hair is swirling around with each breezy gust encountered. Those babies may not be able to take in all the sights, but they are getting a good dose of fresh air and sunshine, while their moms are working to shed that “baby fat” – pretty smart idea, huh?
After taking about 90 pictures on my unhurried Sunday stroll, I’ve carried the camera, but never even taken it out of the case this past three days. I saw a large muskrat swimming in the Creek – well, that was something different, but he took a look at me, and dived back underwater. I didn’t think I looked all that scary looking, but the brisk wind had no doubt left me a bit disheveled, with my messy bun probably a little messier than usual. Oh well … muskrats aren’t really my cup of tea anyway.
The long grass had been freshly mowed throughout the entire 27 acres of the Park, totally changing the landscape from yesterday. I saw the lawn crew gearing up with their big mowers for this massive task, just as I exited the Park Tuesday. So, as a result, not as many geese were grazing as in recent days. I saw only one family and the gander was in a rather fractious mood as I walked by. Actually, I think it is the same goose who was prone to hissing and some histrionics on Sunday, while I was taking all the pictures. I wanted to say “back off Bud!” to him, as he was really riled up once again. Clearly, something, or someone, had ruffled his feathers this morning, and it wasn’t just the wind.
These pictures are of the goose who had his gander up when I first encountered him on Sunday. The picture up top I’d call “The Stare” … or, maybe “The Glare” might be a better title. Below, I later met up with him on the perimeter path, and there was that bright pink tongue as he hissed for me to stay away!
I got those extra steps done and arrived home ravenous, disheveled and a little worse for wear on this windy Wednesday, but happy for the brief escape from the City.
Boy he is one big brute. Very impressive. I would stay away too. You did a great photo shoot again. I never related a Canada Goose with tall grass maybe now you can walk without wondering where that large nip in the back came from…because they went with the weeds.
He sure is big – when you see all the geese together in a group, they don’t seem so big, but when they confront you and get up close like this one did, you can really see how big and aggressive they are. Sometimes the flapping of the wings is a nice touch as well. 🙂 The grass was cut on Tuesday as I was leaving – yesterday only one family was grazing as opposed to the many families grouped together that I saw on Sunday. Today – not a single goose. They like that tall grass, they walk through it and you could not see their legs it as it had gotten so tall. The goslings could get lost in that tall grass.
Miss Linda………………….yesiree……..stay away from him…………..cause he’s protecting his goslings over there………………………………..sounds like our mean goose over here………………..
He is mean Ann Marie just like the one mean goose at your place. I think all the ganders are good at protecting their mate and goslings, but this particular goose is especially mean. I had another pic of him with his tongue sticking out, but he moved and I cut off the top of his head in the pic and couldn’t use it … at least he wasn’t flapping his wings.