Spring? Maybe

Hi everyone,

Goose Lake is a busy place these days. In spite of the cold spring that has held back the usual flow of things, I saw a pair of geese and their three tiny goslings out for a swim a few days ago. Some slightly older ones are learning to graze on my neighbor’s lawn.

The goose that lost her five eggs to rising water recently seems to have gone to the nest again. I haven’t found it yet but the gander is wandering around alone most of the time. And smaller birds are taking advantage of our feeders, which this time of year is usually an indication they have a nests nearby.

Haven’t spotted the foxes since Christmas so I guess they found better places to den elsewhere. We were visited by an osprey two days ago. Way out of its normal territory. Two weeks ago we were visited by fifteen cormorants, also out of their usual area. I wonder if such unusual visitors are on their way back from winter migrations.

Most trees are budding and some have blossomed but the frost keeps knocking them back. A few snow flurries and a bit of sleet once or twice keep reminding us that nature will do what nature will do.


One of those times when you have to say, “Wow!”

Hi everyone,

Some mornings will stop you in your tracks just to give Mother Nature a two thumbs up. Here’s an example: the sun beaming on a new day at Goose Lake.

If this makes you feel like writing a poem, be my guest. It’s a quick prompt for today.

Poor Mother Goose

Hi everyone,

Mother Goose had no more than laid her eggs and settled down for the long wait when our heavy rains put an end to her efforts after only a few days.
In the first picture you can see her mate keeping watch from a few yards away. The same day I saw him suddenly lift off with great wings flapping and chase away another goose, presumably also a gander, who was swimming too close to his mate on her nest.

I was looking forward to “interviewing” both birds this year because hubby seems to have matured from the old days when he spent most of his time across the lake hanging with pals. Alas, both birds have left. Yesterday I saw a pair (them?) wandering around our front yard. Perhaps they’ll try again. If they do, I hope they’ll show more sense than God gave a goose and choose a safer spot.

Run for your lives!

Hi everyone,

We’re catching a lot of rain. Tuesday morning as I headed to the kitchen for more coffee, something on the dining room door caught my eye. Turned out to be a small snail inching it’s way slowly up the glass on the outside.
It didn’t take long to spot eight more. In twenty-eight years here I’ve never seen so many snails at one time. Here’s how I figure it.


“Run for your lives!”
the leader said.
“Climb this wall
or learn to tread!
If you can’t tread,
then follow me!
The yard is turning
into a sea!

Hurry, hurry
All you snails!
Now or never!
Bust your tails!
Dash! Scurry!
Scamper! Flee!
Run for your lives!
Follow me!”

–(c) 2018 David L. Harrison
All rights reserved

Susan and Danny Hutchens

Hi everyone,

Two days ago Sandy and I had the pleasure of a visit from our formerly-from-Missouri-now-from-Colorado friends, Susan and Danny Hutchens. They attended the Children’s Literature Festival in Warrensburg and were working their way home by way of a bit of sightseeing along the way.

Susan wanted to see Goose Lake because I natter on about it so much so I took them into our back yard and proudly introduced them to the lake. I pointed down the steps from the top of our yard to the water and explained that sometimes “Mother Goose” nests on the landing and I often have conversations with her.

Sandy walked to angle that allowed her to see the landing. Sure enough, there was Mother on her nest. Right on cue.

Last year the lake rose and drowned her eggs. Plus, this year we have sighted foxes in our yard. I fear the worse but intend to have a chat with Mother before long. I’ll let you know her mood.