Gracious.

[truepenny]

There are over 500 of you.

::waves to everybody::

Since I have to write a synopsis of The Mirador today, and since synopsis-writing is an activity which I both hate and am incredibly bad at, I'm going to issue an open invitation:

Tell me something about yourself.

It's an invitation, obviously--nothing even as strong as a request--so if you don't want to, no harm, no foul. But if you'd like to (and this applies as much to the people I know as the people I don't) ... tell me something. Make it as long or as short, as serious or as goofy as you want. If you are a reader who doesn't have a LiveJournal account, that's totally cool, too--just please remember to sign your comment.

Comments

[eruthros]

That's what I try to tell people! Most of the people I walk or hike with say things like "oh, the cute little goslings" or "I want to get closer and take a picture!" These people have no sense of self preservation.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

There's a reason they're used as watch-animals in whatever Asian country or countries has that practice. It's because they're evil. The Canada geese at the park we went to when I was a kid were the foullest-tempered things in the entire universe.

I enjoy watching geese (although not as much as I enjoy watching ducks), but this does not result in a desire for closer acquaintance.

[(Anonymous)]

Germany used to use swans to guard castles, that's why they all have ponds out front of the castles. When I was a kid, my mother - insane animal lover - picked up a couple of ducks and a goose. That goose made the meanest and most effective watch dog I ever came across. It was pretty decent to me, because I fed it.