Five days a week, my mother and I walk around this lake.

Three quarters of the way around, we stop to feed the seagulls, the ducks and geese.

Especially this one – look closely – a nesting Canadian goose who insists she must get her share. We named her, imaginatively, Mrs. Goose.

Yesterday when we went to the lake there were goose couples with goslings everywhere. What about Mrs. Goose? Had her eggs hatched?

Nope, not yet.

(I’ll let you know.)

P.S. Updates to this story, here, and here.