It was a frigid evening, but there was a fabulous sunset going on so I walked from The Levee House, where the MNHS would be having a little speaker's dinner, down to the levee itself. I wanted to breathe, take some photos, look at the ducks and geese that hang around there all day long.
And there was a little figure there, bundled up like an Eskimo, feeding corn to the geese and ducks.
|Don't miss the gigantic barge steaming by, pushed by a big tug.|
Sweet Mr. Lonely. He seems to know that I'm helping him. I imagine how it feels to have sharp, cutting monofilament cut off your feet after four days of being tightly bound, and am not surprised that he's more or less supine in my arms. Oh happy, happy day. You lucky goose. This does not keep him from voiding twice, on my pants. That's OK. That's why I love nylon pants. Cleaned it off with wet wipes (thanks Dorothy!) and wore them the rest of the day. Helps to be unfussy if you're going to muck about with ducks and geese.
Thank God almighty he's free at last! And I was so happy to be able to help him and Dorothy, too. Right after this photo was taken, I sent it to Liam and told him to go on to class; we wouldn't need the hammock or snake tongs. Hooray!!
Mr. Lonely put his right foot down gingerly; held it up again; put it down, then slowly walked down the levee toward his safe place, the river. I blinked back tears to see him realizing he could use both legs again.
When I got back to my car, there was a quack-in going on all around my car. It was almost all boys. I smiled and squatted down to talk with them awhile. It felt like a benediction. I walked very slowly through the quackus, thinking how enriching it is to have a relationship with birds and animals; to have some rudimentary lines of communication to the Other Nations. To love them enough to stop and help, and be loved right back.