A Mighty Waddle

They were like a fowl version of Laurel and Hardy, except that instead of one of each there were two of the latter - Hardy and Hardy. The ground, their little patch of lakeshore quivered with each awkward step. Sharp blades of grass bent low at their approach, not wishing to wait for the actual push of weight. Though vastly outnumbered and surrounded by a gaggle of their more stately web-footed cousins, the geese gave them a wide berth - there was just no way the commanding girthly-stature of the two could be matched. Either alone would have stood out, but as a team, with their mottled plumage and red faces, they were made comical; the usual duck walk magnified by their slow, methodical plodding - in tandem no less.

I don't know about you but all this May gray and rain is putting a real crimp in my riding style

 the second coming. I wonder if there are two separate species of mustard. that first growth, the really tall stuff you see in the background has gone all brown and drying now, but there is a new, second wave, lower growing, just as wide spread but without overlapping territories.