Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
So a Canada goose was standing defiantly between us and the town pond, giving both Storm and me the business.
Being a meathead, Storm decided to charge at the goose. That reminded me of a tale of Canada geese and Labs.
I have no idea if it is true or not, but this tale of warning came from the woman who is a great Lab trainer in town.
Right now our daughter is taking training under her as a 4-H project. When the meathead was a year-old, and before he was neutered, our oldest boy had Storm in 4-H training with her for two years.
She is the one who told me that if Canada geese find a Lab alone, they will attack and drag it out to the middle of a pond and drown it.
I don't know if that is true or sort of like the tales of muskies inhaling ducklings.
Though our daughter is younger, she is much better at actually practicing training with Storm and it makes a difference. That probably does not surprise anybody who has coached boys and girls. Girls are far more coachable, they actually listen and try to learn.
Boys, to make a generalization, are meatheads who think they know everything. It tends to persist into old age. I don't know if it a male trait or just a function of American society.
Wow, I digress.
A pair of gray squirrels scooted in different directions as Storm and I came down the front steps this morning.
Freaking cold again. Mid-week was just a tease that spring was actually coming.
A rabbit bolted down the side rail track as we neared the town pond. I was too rushed this morning to do the extended ramble and to try to look for morels. But that day is coming.
The usual mourning doves cooing and robins hopping about in town, then red-winged blackbirds trilling around the north old clay pit.
Then we met the goose above. It's behavior made me wonder if it was protecting goslings. But I only saw a lone goose floating on the north pit, then another lone goose, swimming neck stretched flat, on the south pit.
Ah, but then I found, all three families tucked into the east side of the south pit. By my count all three families are intact: One with five goslings, one with three and one with two.
Somehow, that seemed better.
A multitude of doves and a gray squirrel scattered from under the neighbor's bird feeder as we neared him.