Mom and I hit the ocean the other day. I was so happy to see a couple of my goose friends there! I sent this one guy a silent "ha roo" of welcome. Check him out:
|"Food! Must... find... food!"|
|"Sorry. Don't mean to be rude. Honk, Zim!"|
I didn't blame him one bit for continuing to forage around for food. It's been a tough, tough Winter! He seemed appreciative of my understanding - or at least of my non-threatening demeanor - and got back to work.
|"Wait! Wait! Got something!"|
I don't know what he got, but it looked slimy and green. As they say on that food channel thingie, "Good Eats"!
We drove by just a couple days later, and the ice had thawed even more! And that meant even more of my goose friends were there! Look!
|"Look, Mom! Gooses! Let's get out and say 'ha roo'!"|
Unfortunately, we did not get out of the car. Something about "melting meaning mud" or some other such nonsense. Whatever. I just hope the gooses had a good feast at the ocean!