The Canadian geese have returned from their winter vacations, which is both good and bad. Good: Will loves watching them eat bugs out of the grass while we ride. Bad: I hate all of the poop that they leave on the bike trail.
We stopped to for while this morning to watch a bunch of them eating. They are not afraid of people at all, and will walk right around the bike and trailer. Again, good for Will, not so good for me. Yuck. Will kept saying "I yike it, boods." Translation: "I like it, birds."
We saw a bunch of goslings waddling around after their mother. It reminded me of last year when Nathan, Will and I herded the ducklings in the Trader Joe's parking lot. It is located on the corner of Lake Avenue and Waukegan road, both very busy roads. I ended up calling John and getting the number for animal control. When they didn't help, I just called 911. John thought I overreacted. But a policeman did come out and stop traffic on Waukegan so that the mother duck could lead her 11 ducklings across the road and onto the pond and park behind the shopping center.
Since then, Grandma Anthony sent us the book "Make Way for Ducklings." It has become one of Nathan's favorites.
In other news. . .
We are trying to eat from our pantry so we don't have to waste anything when we move. Karen loaned me a book entitled "The Everlasting Meal" which I loved, loved, loved, and it has inspired me to get pretty creative with our meals. This morning I made a huge batch of granola out of left over grains and nuts I gathered from different cupboards and it turned out delicious!
Yummy and I followed John out to his truck this morning so that Yummers could hear him rev the engine. He stands on the front porch and says "again, Dad, again" and John revs the engine over and over for him. (Nathan and Brady used to do the same thing when we lived in Dallas). Only this morning as John started his truck, it made a very sick sound, followed by billows of gray smoke. Hmmmm. I think maybe it wants to stay in Chicago.
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