Sunday, May 2, 2010
At 14:26 Fred and Cheryl are walking the railroad tracks to monitor the Cepaea snails, and have left me here with the goose. As I sit, she eyes me warily. Her head is raised now. The cars rush past behind me, a noisy part of the landscape, but I'm a new addition to the neighbourhood and must be watched.
Blades of grass emerge green from the water here and there, but the cattails leaves have not started to shoot up here yet. We've already had a meal of them at home.
Posted by Aleta Karstad at 7:12 PM