Duck Duck Goose

Duck Duck Goose is a children’s game, but not one that I played, but the term came to mind yesterday.

I ventured forth in mild weather (18C), to pick up just a few things. I thankfully took my cane, that I seldom use, but found it necessary after two days of heavy labour. And glad that I did. It would serve as a weapon.

After purchasing the necessities of life (Reactine, Apples, and Wine) I approached my bus stop, but could go no further.

In spite of 2 lakes (Victoria Park and Waterloo Park) a reasonable distance away, I came across Canadian Geese barring my entry to the stop with a gang of gosslings that are cute as newborns and beautiful as adults but truly the ugly duckling at this stage; Gangly and clumsy looking.

Now unlike the Canadian persona, Canadian Geese are very aggressive. You don’t mess with them. And if you accidentally kill one the fines are in the thousands.

I waited as they made their way past the bus stop. I didn’t want to wave my mighty cane so waited.

Now you should be able to google anything but cannot get a satisfactory answer as to why they would be on a city street pulling at the grass.

Then – they decided to cross the street.

It’s a busy street at the best of times. And of they did not all cross at once. In fact there were three group nail biting crossings but they made it.

And I said to a young chap they will probably all come back now, because watching them I believe the goal was not the journey but the power of controlling puny humans.

So those are the marvellous thoughts from North of 43 today!

Chris G June 19th’ 22