Me neighbor calls me, breathless . . .

“ There are two fat geese who have just landed on my float, exploring. Look out your window downstairs. Maybe you can take a picture!” I go downstairs where our windows are eye level with water. See the geese under the pier on our neighbor’s float, beautiful and magnificent exploring float island. Of course, geese wait for no one and as I reach for my camera one gently flaps into the water and floats on the shimmering green surface. I open the window, cup my hands and whistle, as I’ve done with seals and seagulls. The goose floats towards me. With no screen, I wonder, for half a second,  if it will try to board us. 

 Once news of the magnificent visitors spread, naturally, everyone had to see . . . 

Once news of the magnificent visitors spread, naturally, everyone had to see . . .