This goose wasn’t terribly concerned with my being so close to it, the zoom lens wasn’t extended very much. It just went about its bird business of preening and cleaning whilst standing on one leg. I wonder if it repaired the stray feathers on it’s back? When I was a very young boy, we lived on a large lake in Michigan. A wonderful place to grow up.
There was always something to do such as swimming, boating, trying to waterski! Building sandcastles on the little beaches. In winter, there was ice skating, cross country skiing on the lake, and ashore. Then there were the ever-present geese. I still think of them as poop factories, it’s not fun stepping in goose poop!
Candy, our Standard Poodle excelled at goose removal! If I could return to those wonderful days, I would do it! Carefree days, no masks, no rioting. The world was right as rain.