January 11, 2005 :: 12:49 a.m.
birds on the brain
As it was supernaturally lovely out today, I dragged my enormous behind over to Long's Park and went (gasp!) jogging. I know, right? I keep coming back to it, but it just never sticks. Except maybe it will this time, who knows. It was a good time, in any case. Long's Park is awesome, what with the water and the trees and the fat little squirrels and, oh yeah, the 40-bazillion birds that hang out there. Seriously, it's insane. Birds, birds everywhere. I love it. I want to scoop them all up and give them hugs. Even the seagulls! But especially the plump white ones that I
think are geese, but really could be anything. Except, like, rhinos. It's just that there are the big white geese, and then small white ducks (but only two), and these big honkin' (ha! but no pun intended) grey geese that the white geese hang out with, some of whom have little nubbiny things on their bills and flappy gobblers on their necks - which I've never seen before, so neat - and regular Canadian geese, and lots and lots of Mallard ducks with a few oddballs mixed in, like the little white ones and this one greyish duck with a tan head, and these huge ducks that sort of look like Mallards but are pretty much all black except for the green heads...
Ahem. I seem to have gotten a bit carried away. I like birds, can you tell? I want to know what they all are. Where's an ornithologist when you need one, huh?
The other day Adam and I picked up a loaf of bread and went to feed them. It was neat - they're obviously very used to people doing it, because a few of the geese were like RIGHT up in your face. A few of them took pieces of bread right out of our hands, which was cool... but then one got a little snippy and poked me in the thigh with his bill, which didn't hurt, but sort of got me thinking that hand-feeding wild Canadian geese is not the best idea. Also, it reminded me of this one time at LVC when Adam and I were sitting by the pond with the swans in it and a duck waddled up and starting trying to eat the hem of my jeans. The ducks and geese, they are not to be messed with.
Anyway, I forget what, if anything, else I had to say. All I can think about now are the birds. The birds! I love 'em, dude, what can I say.
More later, possibly even bird-free. But I wouldn't count on it or anything.
back & forth
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