Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
They grazed in right field of the main ball field of the town park this morning.
The small flock of local Canada geese was safe yesterday morning, too, just in a different area.
I had to laugh yesterday as the meathead and I started off while heavy gunfire rattled around the outskirts of town. Some of the distant shooting was for doves.
But the area to the south of town was for early Canada geese over water, and heavy guns popped regularly.
When we got to the rail tracks, I saw more than two dozen geese in the far back corner, back by the town brush pile.
That's about as safe as could be.
I wondered where they would be this morning--much less shooting, but enough to notice. And I saw them on the edge of town, in the park, grazing slowly along in the shadows of right field.
Geese learn quick. And remember.
I, on the other hand, am apparently stupid. I plan to head out again this afternoon to sit and shoot at some doves.