Goslings and Haberdashery

As foretold by the prophets of old, our anniversary was a banal affair and not really an affair at all by any rational measure.

For whatever reason, we were both dragging, me after my very early morning and iPhotographing the deer. I do plan to begin to get up earlier and drag myself out with the camera, at least sometimes. Recently, I have been sleeping in until 5 or later, but that is when the sun gets up. Ideally, I should be in place before sunrise, so my plan is to arise closer to 4AM. But this post isn't about that; I just got a bit diverted and may post more about that on another occasion.

So . . . as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, we were both feeling lethargic. However, by late afternoon, Sue decided that we should go check out the pond, for we had heard that there were goslings. I was agreeable but only to drive over and do our walking once there. I wanted to use my long lens but was not disposed to walking it over there  The pond has been disappointing this year, but sure enough we did find goslings after I roused my sadsack self enough to drive over. .

We sat on our usual bench and took our usual selfie, except I didn't quite get my hand out of the way.

I was dressed in the finest haberdashery: red shorts, orange shoes, and red tartan cap.

Sue noticed some clashing in my ensemble, but as I have written before, I am in my don't give a fig stage of life. Mind you, I do always consider what my beloved has to say about each and every thing that she has something to say about.

We walked along the trail until we came to one of those little bridges. Not wanting to be close to anyone, we turned back. That's when we came across this young robin who seemed to be wondering what it is supposed to be doing in this life. It was just sitting in the water at the edge of the river, seemingly clueless about what to do next, such as beat a hasty retreat from two-legged creatures.

I squeezed off a bunch of photos but didn't know until I got home that the bird actually splashed its wings in one. This pleased me.

And yes, there were goslings  and more than one family. You will see in the final photo that the goslings in the background are bigger than the ones in the foreground.

Oh, I almost forgot. We did have anniversary fudge and pizza.

The pizza was Hawaiian with ham and pineapple, plus double cheese. When my stomach doesn't feel up to our most preferred toppings — mushrooms, pepperoni, and bacon — this is what we order, and it is almost as good. By the way, the mushroom, pepperoni, and bacon pizza is called The Canadian. But I suspect it isn't called that elsewhere. Is it called The American down south or The Britannia over the pond, perchance?