I love all things that waddle. For that matter I love all things with feathers or fur or are even warm blooded -- even most things cold blooded -- except black widow spiders. And so it was that I made peace with a hissing goose at an Iowa farmers market. I wanted the truce because I envisioned recording it's image on canvas one day. That day has arrived. The pumpkins came from a pile on a cart at that market. Oh dear, after all the farmer's work to gather in the crop, I put the pumpkins back out in the field.
I love all things that waddle. For that matter I love all things with feathers or fur or are even warm blooded -- even most things cold blooded -- except black widow spiders. And so it was that I made peace with a hissing goose at an Iowa farmers market. I wanted the truce because I envisioned recording it's image on canvas one day. That day has arrived. The pumpkins came from a pile on a cart at that market. Oh dear, after all the farmer's work to gather in the crop, I put the pumpkins back out in the field.