I was taking a walk through Foster Park just a little while ago and snapped a few photos of the Canada geese that always hang out there scaring the crap out of me. They're like the bullies who hang out in the parking lot of the high school hangout spot waiting for weenies like me to walk by. Anyhow, as I started snapping pictures, I heard some squawking from the skies, and the geese lined up and started waddling toward the St. Marys River. Just a few minutes later came some high wind gusts, then thunder, then rain.
I know the little troublemakers would have loved to terrify the living bejeezus out of me, but they knew a storm was coming in. Today was my lucky day.