I have been watching a couple of geese every morning and afternoon.
As I cross the bridge from Union Station on Jackson and look down to the river, there in one of the lower planters is a goose sitting on a nest. Her partner is usually nearby keeping watch. One day they both got into a fight with a pack of sea gulls, they were all yelling at each other. But usually they are just sitting there quietly, hardly noticeable. I hope I get to see the babies.