Goose, Goose, Goose

Here they are, the wild dogs of the high plains, the city's Canadian geese, these non-migrating migratory birds who have, like the rest of us, taken up indefinite residence here, in the parks and neighborhoods, drawing up from the grass whatever we can, whenever we can, eyeing each other suspiciously as we wander the park early one summer Sunday morning, cameras in hand, grubs in our beaks, the sun in our eyes.