There is little that makes me happier than launching my kayak into the water and paddling along the pristine waterways of where I live: Honeoye Lake. It’s instant peace. In a silence so loud and clear, everything — absolutely everything — disappears.
That is, until I came upon this goose, whose honking reverberated off the hills and trees:
He was a pissed off goose, and I figured out why after my kayak floated into this:
He was protecting his lover, who was protecting her eggs. I was so busy getting shots of the pissed off goose that I didn’t even notice her until I looked to my right. You can see the immediacy in her eyes: “Hey human! What are you doing? I’m trying to warm my eggs here!”
Of course, no geese were harmed in this shoot.
And noticing this goose honed me in to the fiddleheads that were unfurling. I do love a fiddlehead — so fuzzy and vibrantly green in their newness:
I’ve been trying to figure out if these are the type of fiddleheads that you can eat — anyone out there know?