Rob and I took a walk yesterday on the breezeway that skirts Lake Brandt. We turned down a side path and ended up at a dried, cracked lake bed. As far as the eye could see were grazing Canadian geese, heads down, taking advantage of the newly exposed bugs and worms. A small puddle persisted close to the edge, with thousands of mosquitoes distorting the water's surface.
The scene was simultaneously beautiful and horrifying. The geese looked like miniature wildebeest roaming an impoverished Serengeti.
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