The Goose Whisperer

A small flock of rather fat geese had made themselves quite at home under the shade of our street tree this morning; they didn't even rise from their siesta when our minivan arrived back from a morning's worth of grocery shopping. While fish sticks and melting popsicles amalgamated in the hot van, my oldest girl just had to see just how tame those birds are. It was a mutually beneficial exchange, because you have no idea how many bags of moldy bread heels I have been hoarding in the back of the breadbox for just such an occasion. I wonder how foie gras fattened on moldy bagels and stale tostitos tastes? It would be so easy....

Haiku Friday

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She's just beautiful

She handles just like a dream

A young boy's first love

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A whole new world

Freedom of the open road

Have it home by 10

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No longer a child

Not an adult yet either

Fasten your seat belt

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Fun With Cardboard

And a little bit of duct tape, and a few strategically placed staples. Found the raw materials while cleaning the garage the other day. They stopped fighting just long enough for me to snap this picture. Fun fun fun.