We went for a walk at some park yesterday.
I took a lot of pictures like the one below to illustrate two points: 1. Pretty. 2. It is so not spring yet. What a jerk.
We found these spiky things, which reminded me of being in elementary school at Golden Avenue in Lemon Grove, CA. We would have spiky-thing wars. Why someone would have a tree that produced spikes at an elementary school is beyond me. War hurts.
Our favorite part was the Canada Geese. Sam was particularly impressed. Here's a bit of dialogue.
Sam: What kind of creature is that?
Deja: A Canada Goose.
Sam: I want to hug it.
And off he went, after the goose. Here's a shot of him trying to get close. That's about as close he got because I told him they are notoriously violent. Is that true? I'm pretty sure that's true.
Like I said, we liked the geese. Which caused us to be disturbed by this sign.
Define "degrade" please. Who says it's your park, Bub?
Do you think this begins my transition into a rabid, protesting Vegan? Yikes.