On my walk home from work today, I looked down from the Lake Street bridge…and to my surprise, I saw a Mama and Papa goose and five cute little fuzzy yellow goslings following behind them. They were walking alongside the river, poking around in the weeds and looking ADORABLE!
I called Iwanski, and then I called Jonathan, to report the gosling-sighting…I told Jonathan that I’m convinced that it was Gertrude and Stanley and their little ones…which, as you may know, are: Pippin, Dumplin’, Pyrtle, Aflac—and the last one is either Foie Gras (Jonathan’s choice) or Jack Klompus (Iwanski’s choice). Since Iwanski didn’t get a chance to name the other goslings—and the name Foie Gras is a little too cruel for my taste (sorry, Jonathan!)—Jack Klompus it is.
I was so happy to see them, that I stood there for a good fifteen or twenty minutes watching them plod along.
I’m going to bring my camera tomorrow, and hopefully they will be there again.
I feel like God has smiled on me today.