Spring Time

Sometimes I try to scare large flocks of birds, especially all the Canadian geese around here. I used to think they were cool, but they seem to be everywhere and that makes it a little less cool. This sentiment was reinforced when I visited my brother's home in Chicago, where some 100,000 petulant poopy Geese reside. They try to attack rather then flee and seem to forget to clean up their poop, which abounds everywhere.

So on a rainy day on the way home a few days ago, I was inclined to drive through a puddle and possible splash a small gaggle of geese. I stop at the last second as I saw that there were a few baby goslings with them. I began seeing them each morning on the way to work. It took me about a week to drive by them with my camera in the car.

It so sooo cute. It was a chilly morning and three of the four goslings were huddle together while the other was foraging.

Then last night as I went to get milk from the gas station, yes the gas station, (Its sad that the milk is cheaper then the gas, or is it. Maybe its just sad all together), I saw a two geese crossing the street with three babies. I watched them thinking one died, but then saw on the other side of the street the other family.

Now this family has a weird dynamic. The new family is typical, three kids a mom and a dad. The first family I saw has four kids, which is a lot but acceptable, but there are three parents. Two normal and one white goose that is always with the babies. I'm not sure if they have two dads and a mom or vice versa, or a grandma or if the two geese got divorced and one has visitation or if one is birth mother making an adoption transition. It seems weird to me. I want to know how this white goose fits in. Anyway, the baby geese are adorable.