Looks like our wonderful 67 degree weather day is going to transition to rain pretty soon. Good thing I got my run in earlier. if you recall, I’m in the midst of a Project Austin and today marked the first time on the road since three visits to Accelerated Performance. Today was all about working on the list of things I need to change in my running form (and that list is long). The good news is the tweaks resulted in very little pain in the hamstring – definitely a plus since that area usually flairs up during every run. Maybe those torture deep tissue messages are going to pay off or it is simply terrified that if it makes its presence known it will get the hell gouged out of it again. With the good news is a little bit of bad news. Apparently these changes are engaging a different set of muscles that have been neglected due to the injury compensating. At about mile 4 started feeling the effects and ended up backing down to only 5.5 miles today. This wasn’t meant to be a quick journey so not concerned yet – real test will be next week to see how quick those neglected muscles are going to take before they kick in. For now it’s just all about the rest.
Speaking of resting, that is the theme of today’s post. Apparently my last post scared some of our readers (okay, some being ONE but she has some power over me). Who wouldn’t want to curl up next to a badger? all fluffy for comfort and you know, NO ONE will mess with you if you are sleeping next to a BADGER (especially a Honey Badger because those are just bad-ass). Instead I get a plea for a more pleasant looking animals. Sigh, figured I get kudos for bringing something new and intriguing but instead I get a fear response – not unlike when your lovely wife finds a mouse in the car. Fortunately, the badger wasn’t the only wildlife we captured that day. Rifling through the shoot I decided on something more cute and plushy but added some contrast to it by taking it in an icky setting.
This isn’t the first time we’ve featured Canada Goose goslings here at LifeIntrigued (link here) but this is probably the nastiest setting I’ve bothered taking them in. We had just arrived at the park and was caught off guard by the crowd of visitors. Generally there is not problem parking in the close lots, but that day we were parked way out on a back road. On our trek to the entrance these goslings caught my eye – yes, I did say goslingS!
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I’ve always thought next to swans, the Canada Goose gosling is one of the cutest of the bird offspring. Most birds look somewhat frail and sickly, but these are the very definition of fuzzy and cuddly. Not sure how old these particular specimen are, but guessing maybe 4-6 weeks old based on timeframe these were taken (May). They were clearly unable to fly and chose to just hang out in close proximity to the stagnant water.
Not the best light conditions (read harsh) for this particular set of shots, but I was shooting them from the road some distance away. This left ample opportunity for sun bounce. The thought of moving in for a better angle crossed my mind for about oh, a microsecond. If you have never had an experience with a protective Goose you probably have no idea how vicious adult Geese can be. They may have feathers on the outside, but on the inside their like a raging bull. I made the mistake of wandering near a nest one time and both the male and female spread their wings, lowered their heads into a spear and charged at me. Think my brother may have had a similar experience.
Little did I know at the time that my lovely wife would extract revenge for this aggressive behavior. It could be just where we live now, but when I was growing up there didn’t seem to be as many Geese flooding the suburban areas like there are now. Every walk from the car to my office has at least one Goose hanging out on the grounds and there isn’t a round of golf played without having to navigate around a small flock (and their landmines). It’s at the golf course where Linda decided to make them pay for all their misdeeds. There we were, probably 40 yards from the pin staring at about 6-10 Geese strolling through the fairway. While I admired their free spirit and carefree lifestyle, Linda dived into her golf bag and emerged with a devilish grin, brandishing her fairway wood. Before I could put two and two together she had ran up to her ball, lined up her toes perpendicular to the Goose travel and launched a screamer right at them. My mouth dropped straight open from the double shock – shocked that she would do such a thing to a such a fragile creature and shocked again by the fact it was probably her finest shot of the day.
Sure enough, that golf ball found its mark smacking full on against the midsection of the Goose. The horror, the horror (the scene and her maniacal laugh afterwards). How could anyone wish harm on the mothers of these cute goslings! By the way, I learned something interesting while reading up on the Canada Goose over at Wikipedia. The parents lose their flight feathers during the summer molt. They are restored about the same time the goslings are ready to take flight. Seems like they were intelligently designed to stay focused on their parenting duties – if only humans had a similar trait, society would likely have SIGNIFICANTLY less issues (heck, maybe we wouldn’t have to experience the election of a socialist administration).
Alas, there is always the joker in the bunch that feels compelled to express their opinion of my photography skills. “Hey, you human over there with your ridiculously large glass disturbing our Pandora. Yeah, you, this is what I think of your skilz!”
Nice.. go tell your mother my wife just pulled her fairway wood out of the trunk.
That’s all for today folks, time to get back to the games – the Shockers choked it away so now having to cheer for Michigan (Chief Illiniwek just turned in his grave) who is finally starting to flex their three point might.
… so Linda .. is this feature more pleasurable for you?