Geese . . .
about a tenth of them. A gaggle, to me, is about this size . . . what's it called when there's ten times as many? They've been hanging out here for quite a while now.
There is a lovely cloudless, rosy sunset as I post this.
The day started with a funeral Mass for a member, Carol, of St Peter's congregation.
I then walked the crisp snow and met a couple of cross-country skiers. The river walk is a gentle place to start to learn that skill. Pics on Flickr.
Later in the afternoon, when it was warmer, I walked Kiki there and the snow was slushy and slippery in places.