It is a lovely evening here in central Virginia. The temperature is mild and a gentle breeze is blowing. The first signs of Spring are appearing.
There is a full moon rising and shimmering over the small pond in the back yard. The peepers are peeping and the Canadian geese are making a ruckus as they engage in their spring time biological imperative. By mid-spring we’ll be flush with goslings and by mid-summer we’ll be over run with geese, crapping all over the lawn and arguing amongst themselves at all hours of the night, making a general nuisance of themselves.
Mr. Obama, I think these geese are Catholic, so if you could see to it that they are force fed birth control I’d be mighty grateful.