This past weekend, during my four mile jaunts through the ‘hood, the goose poop was especially harrowing– it was like trying to run through a field of miniature land mines.
After last night’s strong rains, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect as I ran toward the two ponds in the near distance… goose goo? Luckily, to my relief, most of the poo had washed away; however the few remaining goose piles were EASY to spot. Apparently, an adventurous kid– or some freaky adult– was feeling artistic earlier today as all of the remaining piles of poo were decorated with a single goose feather sticking straight up from the center. Totally avant-garde. Totally.
And in MY neighborhood too… who knew we were so HIP?
Recent Comments