They are forecasting snow for Monday morning. So tonight we did a “springish” thing; we went to see the goslings. Apparently it has been two years since we visited Brookside Cemetery because K had no memory of being there before.
It is peaceful sitting by the water listening to a variety of bird calls, awing over tiny bundles of down, until a parent goose starts hissing in your direction. L & K were quite worried for awhile, wanting to go home. Apparently cranky geese are almost as tempting to torment as cranky cats for one member of our party who shall not be named.