At a Coffee shop with Branta canadensis

I’m standing at the counter when who should walk up to me but a Canada Goose. It sort of plodded along, looking around thoughtfully.

“Did you know there’s a goose in here?” I asked.

“Yeah, we can’t get him to leave.”

Indeed, why did this Canada goose want to hang around in a coffee shop? Maybe he wanted some croissant.

Later in the day I saw an orange cat with six fingers. SIX fingers! It was so cute because it made his paw look so huge.

Animals are weird.

I had a disturbing dream recently about a little pig getting slaughtered and feeling so badly for it that I vowed never to eat pork again.

Then I woke up and had bacon.

Terrible.