Lunch at the Landing in Marietta Ohio meant my lunch . . .
. . . though I'm afraid these geese thought differently.
The trio halted their riverside nibbling . . .
. . . took the water shuttle to exit in front of my car. I stood there with my camera which must have looked like food that I might be willing to share.
Sorry, I didn't mean to mislead you.
I hopped back into my car and drove away to save the geese from the long walk up the landing and that chance of feeling unrewarded feeling goose-rejection.
(This add is for an old print of Marietta, Ohio. I almost bought it myself.)
