Yesterday we went to the park to feed the ducks. It was me, B, Z in her stroller, and my friend Laurieann. Apparently word got around really fast that we were there with food, and the geese came over and chased off the ducks. The geese started getting rather aggressive, and we actually got scared. We started to run -- me pushing Z in the stroller, holding onto the bag of bread, my purse, and the camera, and Laurieann (who I should mention is four months pregnant and was wearing high heels) carrying B. We were laughing so hard it was actually a real challenge to get away, a challenge compounded by one particularly persistent and fast goose. I kept turning around & trying to snap his picture before he got close enough to bite me. This is the only one that really turned out. Notice his blurry feet -- that vicious monster is running right at me!

Thank goodness we all managed to escape without being bitten.