But rather a gaggle of these adorably gawky maize-colored babies, crossing to the lake with their mom. I had a strong physical impulse to pull over and pet them but a) there is no good shoulder for pulling over safely and b) the woman directly behind me [read: Might as well have been in my backseat yelling "DRIVE FASTER ON THIS DANGEROUSLY CURVY BACK ROAD!"] would have crashed into me and probably wiped out the little family of geese, too. All badness. Surely resulting in worse karma than me not putting a quarter in the newspaper box.