Cahrahzaaaay

Strange clear liquid stuff is falling from the skies. I'm not quite sure what to do with that. It's melting the snow at an alarming rate though; I'm eyeing the lowest points of the basement.

After work I cycled past the white geese and their mixed-race son from another father. Or something. I can't keep up, nor does it really matter. The dad is as mental as ever, and it was fortunate I had duck/geese food in my backpack so I could appease him with that. It's good to see them thriving after the winter we've had.
Shortly after that, broken-winged goose came running up, with his smaller girlfriend/daughter. He always makes me so sad; the short stumpy remains of his wings sticking out on either side of his body, and so terribly unafraid of humans. Not even a single hiss.

I don't know if it's still there, but the village produced a leaflet stating that if you had a big dog, you might want to let it chase the geese - as a deterrent. I understand a mass of Canada geese in town isn't conducive for Maple Lake's eco-system, but really; having random people egging on their dogs to attack may have been what happened to poor broken-winged goose.

Anyway, here's Mental White Goose doing what he does best: being batshit crazy.