The weekend before last I was in the northern suburbs doing northern suburban things, all of which were shopping. At one of the strip malls I visited, a goose was sitting on eggs right in the parking lot. Geese can be terrifying and ferocious and do great harm to a human when they're cheesed off. (Swans are worse. Years ago my parents took me to an area in an office park that had nesting swans and I decided I had to have a picture. They got so close to me that my parents ran and got in the car, happy to sacrifice me to my own insanity.) I have gotten more cautious and respectful of the power of nature so I just drove up next to the goose and snagged a picture of Mom On Nest. She checked me out but then realized I was harmless, just an idiot papparazzo, and she left me to it.
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| Giving me a wary look, in the middle of the strip mall parking lot. |
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| "Shoot my profile then, beyotch." See all the down under her? The example of "feathering the nest." |
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