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Ramble with Storm: Iron Man 3 & more goslings

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Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.


The natural world doesn't fit in Iron Man 3. Yes, I do notice those sorts of things.

Our family is a movie family, particularly of comic-based movies. And my wife writes a movie-based column. We went to see it early-bird yesterday.

The natural world is an unknown place of extreme danger in Iron Man 3. Start with the water scene, where Tony Stark nearly dies.

Then we have the scene where Stark drops into the hills of Tennessee and nearly freezes to death. Until he steals the poncho off a wooden Indian at a store/gas station.

I get it. Very rarely is the natural world a serious player, other than as a place of isolation (ice caves in Superman), in the best of movies based on comics.

Naturally I notice the lack of the natural world as a place of comfort and hope in comic-based movies.

As an old English major, I also notice the cheap cinematic tricks in this one.

No, I don't like the cheap trick on Mandarin nor do I like the cheap cinematic with the vice-president (a half-second shot of a daughter's stump is not enough motivation).

I am trying not to give stuff away here.

All that said, I love the Iron Man series and hope another is coming somehow.

Robert Downey Jr. as Stark and Gwyneth Paltrow as the significant other Pepper Potts carry the series well enough that I will forgive each cheap cinematic tricks.

Back to my natural world. By the time we turned the corner, less than 100 feet, I had already counted eight robins, four mourning doves and one gray squirrel. The cooing of doves came on all sides.

It was a lively morning.

I did the extended ramble in hopes of finding morels, but saw none. I think I will take the kids back this afternoon and we will give it a shot.

The usual ring of trilling came from the uncountable red-winged blackbirds around the north old clay pit. A lone grebe dived in the north pit and one lone Canada goose honked.

The surprise of the morning came on the south pit. Four families with goslings were swimming around, another family added. In good nesting years, as many as seven families hatch goslings.

Back home, two doves took their time fluttering off as we walked up the front steps.


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