There is so much I still want to tell you: about my French exam, about my last ballet final at Butler, about the departmental comprehensive test, about the last Flip the Script, even about basic things like Butler Ballet and a freshman dancer’s schedule and mahjong nights and how to make your own gelato.
Instead, I’m going to talk about geese.
I saw a goose by the pond as I trekked to my 8 am French final this morning. Not unusual. There’s often a duck or goose or two hanging out in front of the carillon bell tower. However, I happened to take a closer look and was rewarded with the sight of two small, surprisingly yellow chicks waddling around in the grass! I turned around and pointed them out to the girl who was walking behind me (whom I did not know but who, I am certain, appreciated the sight).
Right, okay, baby geese in the grass, cute but not quite enough for a story. Then. I was headed back to my apartment after the final when I saw the same adult goose by the pond. This time, however, he was right up on the edge of the sidewalk, and he’d brought his wife to sit in the grass directly against the concrete, and the two babies were nestled against her. Once again, adorable.
Except they might have chosen a less-frequented path for their powwow, since the male goose spent the whole time guarding his family, snapping and hissing at passers-by, many of who decided to cross the street entirely. The brave ones still stepped off the sidewalk. This goose meant business.
I tried to get a picture but I was too far away perhaps.
Once I saw a goose perched on top of ResCo. You don’t often see geese perching. They’re rather too heavy to sit in a tree, so I only ever see them in flight or on the ground/in the water. This one was lording over the quad like a great feathered gargoyle. Anyway. Enough about geese.
There is an drainage pond on Butler’s campus, by the tennis bubble. I discovered it only this summer, since I never went to that end of Butler’s property until I lived at University Terrace. It’s made to collect rainwater so the drainage systems aren’t overwhelmed, and it provides a habitat for some local flora and fauna.
All this I learned from reading the rather handy sign. I must brag a little, however, and say I noticed the drainage area when I saw the incredible diversity of species clustered together. In my first honors class (the good one, not the horrible one), we talked about biodiversity in plant species when we read Biomimicry. Ever since, I’ve been especially attuned to places where the natural variation of plant and animal life is allowed to flourish.
Some classes are awesome like that.
I’ve been indulging my ecological side in following Butler’s own Center for Urban Ecology blog. Check it out!
Butler’s two libraries–Irwin and the Science Library–kind of pale in comparison to the Central Library in Indianapolis I detailed in my last post. (Though if all my archives weren’t frustratingly lost, I could direct you to the posts I wrote last year about why the science library rocks.)
However, Butler does have an awesome interlibrary loan system. Theoretically, I could get a book from Australia. I haven’t done that, but I’ve received my fair share of books from IU’s library.
Exploring the jungle.
Still, I’ll always have a soft spot for the library near my house–so near that I can walk to it. I have to go through the open spot in the fenced off dead-end of the street, traverse a bamboo forest, hop a drainage ditch, climb a hill of mulch, battle the far-reaching branches from the huge bushes, and dodge, Frogger-style, all the minivans in the parking lot. But I can walk there.
I found a tree!
Sometimes I walk there with friends. Sometimes, that’s how I know summer has really started.
Sometimes, I fail to climb the tree.