February 23--duck-duck-goose

these guys hate me.

not the ducks--they're just bystanders.
it's the geese.
i think they remember me from a couple of years ago when arlina and i were in the park and i didn't give them any bread.
that was the day we decided to go to italy.
arlina thought it was so funny that i would have a conflict with a bird.

i walk in the park almost every day now, and have to walk past this pair whenever i go around the duck pond.
they seem to pick me out for abuse.
they crowd me to one side of the path and honk at me.
if i stop and look at them, they lower their heads and run at me.
cameras enrage them.
i usually move on.

one of these days i'm going to call their bluff.