Today is a gray day. There was rain earlier–the sidewalks were damp when I took in this week’s grocery delivery–but it did not rain while I walked Roxy, except for a sprinkle or two right as we arrived back home.
While we were walking, I heard a flock of Canada geese honking overhead, far above the reach of anyone’s holiday dinner table.
Today J and I will take our usual afternoon walk around the neighborhood, followed perhaps by a short drive. Yesterday the streets and sidewalks were mostly empty, more of our neighbors choosing to travel for the holiday than in the past two pandemic years.
Still, we saw and noted groups of pedestrians who were obviously visiting for Thanksgiving: large multi-generational groups including multiple dogs and bored teenagers who looked like spending time with extended family would kill them.
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Nov 26, 2022 at 2:53 am
Interesting. I’ve never thought about the question of which species of goose is the one we eat.
Yeah, hanging with “the rellies,” as the Brits say, is uncool when you’re a teen.
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Nov 26, 2022 at 11:49 am
At least some of those teens will gush with nostalgia when they are in college writing about the fond memories of their youth: it’s funny how revisionist history works. 🙂
Domestic farm geese are presumably the most common ones on holiday tables. But if you shoot your own dinner, Canada geese are the most common ones in the sky.
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