Geese family

I love watching the family of geese that have taken over our pond. As the short video (unfortunately shot through a window screen) will show, there is a Mama and a Papa and six children. Not exactly Jon and Kate plus eight. Of course, geese couples tend to be a bit more faithful and honorable than either Jon or Kate.
I don't know which is more disgusting, that nasty little couple or Mel Gibson proudly announcing on Leno that he's knocked up his young and beautiful girlfriend. This baby will be Number 8 for old Mel. So much for his Christian piety and devotion to his Catholic faith. Are we seeing the real Mel Gibson now as the anti-Semite he is, rather than the man of faith he wanted us to believe him to be? Shame on you, Mel Gibson. Even geese have more fidelity and good sense than you have. Of course, they don't drink, and that may be a big part of your story.

I just finished reading Nevada Barr's latest, and while I admire her writing (for a person not trained in the literary arts, she is capable of powerful turns of phrase), I wonder where her editors were when she revealed a key clue in the mystery, that the newborn baby's eyes were hazel; thus, the child could not possibly be Mexican. Apparently Nevada flunked genetics, as well, assuming as she did that EVERY child of a brown-eyed parent would also be brown-eyed. My Aunt Susie had eyes as black as they could be, but her brother, my father, was crystal-blue-eyed. One of Aunt Susie's sons was blue-eyed, also. The main quibble I have, though, is that all newborns have approximately the same color eyes, a dark murky navy, that changes over time to become the eye color they are going to have.