In my last post, I shared a few pictures I took with my 60mm macro lens. One of the funnier pictures is of a Canada Goose (below). When these poop-machines are in the area, you must be careful walking — especially barefoot. After a few summer-inspired cocktails, I like to yell at them, “Hey! I drink your French cousin Grey!”

Here is a poem by Luò Bīnwáng, which I believe became a children’s song (English translation from here):

Ode to the Goose

Goose, goose, goose,
You bend your neck towards the sky and sing.
Your white feathers float on the emerald water,
Your red feet push the clear waves.


Shake it!


The next generation of poop machines.