On weekend mornings, I've gotten into the habit of walking to the north end of the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, then down Squibb Hill, across Old Fulton Street and under the Brooklyn Bridge to the Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park. There, I've been encountering this trio, usually near the south edge of the Park, next to the east tower of the Bridge.
Here's a close-up of the young 'un.
Just big enough for Christmas dinner! Yum.
ReplyDeleteClaude, your photos bring back memories of when I lived in an apartment complex beside a stream where geese would raise their young. The birds were so interesting to watch—except when they scared my old dog so badly she’d literally defecate.
ReplyDeletegeese are mean.
ReplyDeleteNick - I've always wanted a dog that defecated figuratively.
ReplyDeleteAre you and Alex back together? I hope all's well.