One down

It's officially spring. As I drove into work today, I passed a dead Canada goose on the road. It was an adult, not a gosling, which doesn't make it any more palatable but at least it didn't totally rip my heart out. Still, once the babies hatch I know the road rage and the gosling-shaped smears will be only a few days away. I wish people could just be more patient.

That said, I'm sincerely amused by the geese that have adopted the Alewife rotary as their new home. There are at least two pairs that spend their time in the marshes near Alewife and then take naps in the median strips up above. It can't be the quietest, most aesthetically pleasing place to nest so I wonder what's bringing them there.