When I left the house just before sunrise it was 28 degrees. It warmed, in a manner of speaking, to 35 by the time I made it to work. I left work at 2:30. It was 62 degrees. It felt like heaven. Apparently, the Canada geese agreed. There were several hundred of them grazing in the grass along the Mount Vernon Trail just down river from the Memorial Bridge. There was not a single goose in the water. This picture captures about half of them. I defy anyone to ride through this many geese without saying “Honk’ at least once.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 