don't hate me because i'm beautiful...

...or having a bad hair day.

i'm sure you've had those, right? no matter what you do, it doesn't do what you want it to... so i threw up my hands telling myself it didn't matter - i didn't care - i was just going to my little lake after all - and i walked out the door hair all askew...

got to the lake in the morning sun... tired after not having slept well, either, and was immediately greeted by a cacophony of sound... geese honking, ducks quacking, birds chirping in greeting. it was happy dance joy! they gathered 'round not giving a hoot what i looked like... knowing i was a long lost friend... sigh. does it get any better?

the young goslings are maturing quickly and tiny tufts of goose feathers are floating through the air... it's funny to see them run with their little wings outspread for balance and i wonder when exactly they'll be ready for those flying lessons.

and then... sitting in the grass, with a doe-eyed look... was this cutie - tempting me to get as close as i might. so i inched forward... he bravely kept still... he wasn't bothered by his near baldness... i decided i was going to be fine with my stray hairs, too.

happy day.....