Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family’s mixed Lab.
The Canada geese at the town ball field had shifted this morning to left and center fields: 10 in left, 11 in center.
Cool again this morning: 49 degrees, same as yesterday. But no wisps of fog lifted off the town pond as the meathead and I passed at dawn. I suspect the chill settled in enough to cool the town pond significantly.
In a presidential election year, I was tempted to impose some political meaning but restrained myself.
There’s actually a reason they favor left field, and it has nothing to do with my political leanings.
Next to right field is a small grove of trees by the park pavilion. Geese are smart enough to stick to more open areas with less potential for predators, including humans, to hide.
That’s a piece of information worth noting when goose hunting.
Brisk enough that I stepped lively, and so did Storm. But a beautiful fall morning with the sun peeking through the tree line. Another 13 geese were floating, eerily quiet, on the town pond.
As we approached the town pond, a car ripped off wildly, only to pull into the other parking area, all of 100 yards away.
The fishermen, and they weren’t old guys but guys in their teens or 20s, jumped out and started fishing right at the old boat launch.
Too lazy to get off their fat asses and walk 100 yards to fish another spot. Too lazy to get off their fat asses and venture more than 10 yards from their car.
It was time.
Squirrels by the dozen flitted around this morning, tempting targets for the meathead. I am fascinated by how many black squirrels started showing up in town the last two years.
