Saturday, as Elegante Mother and I started our errands, we turned east to drive between the two retention ponds that flank the road. I burst out laughing, and pointed to the south pond. The Canada geese were walking on water!
Apparently, it had been cold enough the day before, and through the night, to form a skim of ice on the surface that was strong enough to hold about eight geese. The black surface of the pond looked like still water, rather than ice. Perhaps the upper surface of the ice had started to melt.
By the time we returned, the ice was gone and the geese were swimming at the water's edge. The world was right once more, but not as funny as it had been earlier in the day.
