Poor Goose

Today was just a long, long walk. I went to Prospect Park in Brooklyn, which was a pretty nice break from the crazy and chaotic Manhattan. There weren't many people, and there was a lovely little lake. When I saw the patch of blue, I scurried down the hill to meet it. I came to its side, and what do you know among the flock of birds--geese, pigeons, ducks, etc.--a goose came waddling right up to me. It wasn't shy or afraid, and I guess it expected me to feed it. Too bad I only had a 6 inch sub, my dinner, so I couldn't give that up. I took a picture of it though, and when I looked at the photo closely, I realized that it was missing half of its top beak.


The poor little thing. I felt a little bad I didn't give it anything to eat.
Here's one view of the little lake:




Next I went to the Botanic Garden next to the park, and it was nice too but I bet it is much lovelier in the spring and summer when the flowers are all blooming. Then I rushed over to the Museum of Natural History, and for 2.5 hours I breezed through the galleries, allowing myself half an hour for each floor. I should've headed over earlier, but I couldn't help lingering in the park since it was such a nice day. Hopefully tomorrow will be too, cuz I plan to head for the zoo.