The domestic Toulouse breed (famed for pate`) was derived from the wild greylag goose native to Eurasia. So it's pretty interesting that a Toulouse could breed with a Canada. Waterfowl on the whole are pretty open to such unions, and some interesting hybrids result. Her three kids were a little odd-looking, showing some wild-type greylag features as well as dilute Canada markings. But they were fully functional. Meaning they could fly like their free-wheelin' Dad and unlike their fatbottom mama. Poor thing. We'd bred her too heavy of bone, breast, leg, liver and butt to be able to lift it all off.
leaving Greta honking mournfully and swimming slowly in the direction they'd gone. No!
I pictured her dodging huge but deadly-silent barges in the gathering dark. Ahh, Greta. They leave us, don't they? They just up and fly away.
Think I'll set a spell. He was about choking on all that dry corn. And my horizon line got a little skewed as I tottered in a parka'ed squat, trying to take it all in.
Finally beautiful Greta moved in and claimed the corn bucket. Lit so by the dying sun, she was spectacular. Who cares if she can't fly. Greta gets by.
Those twenty minutes I spent with Dorothy and her biggest fans were among the best of a very good day. I have been working on myself to overcome my inherent shyness and strike up conversations with people. My father could chew the rag with anyone. I remember his coming back from those conversations with tidbits about unfamiliar places that he couldn't get any other way. Sometimes he'd have a restaurant recommendation; Dod was Diners, Drive-ins and Dives waaay before it was cool.
One of his stock questions was, "What do they make around here?"
I always loved that one. It always amazed me that people generally knew what kind of tool or implement or furniture "they" made around their town. I remember when it turned out to be clocks, in Waterbury, Connecticut, and pistols in Hartford (Colt Firearms). Now Dod smiles down on me when I ask people what they make around here.
Dorothy and I are now Facebook friends, which is a cool way to get to know someone. You get to see what they find interesting and beautiful. But you still need to be able to talk with people in real life. It's a skill, one that should be cultivated. It's how you find out the good stuff.
I found Dorothy and Greta and the sunset and the tugs and the old Ohio River slipping by interesting and beautiful. Greta seemed to know what a figure she cut with her candy-corn orange bill against the snow and the pewter water, and she posed for me as we watched a mighty tug push a barge upriver.
Are you getting me, the tug, the bridge, and the whole barge? Because you should get the whole barge. It's a really long one.