Fuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear

Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair

So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?

Fuzzy Wuzzy may not have been fuzzy, but there sure is a lot of stuff that is fuzzy these days. Running this morning at the lake, I met a pair of geese and their fuzzy goslings. I think there were six, and I got some of them in this photo, taken from what I hoped was a respectful distance. Its hard to see the goslings, as their coloring is good camouflage against the background of pebbles and grasses.  goose family

There is something I find so endearing about these fuzzy babies exploring their world. Smiles and laughter seem to be a nearly reflexive response, judging from myself and others on the path.

After that encounter, I was attuned to fuzziness. I noticed that a lot of blooms have a fuzzy nature to them, presumably to increase the odds of pollination occurring.  And then of course were many dandelions, with their puffy seed heads, designed to drift on the breeze. Fuzzy is one of many natural mechanisms for encouraging the perpetuation of a species. Here’s a grouping seeking pollination:

And finally, the seed distributors using the wind or sticking to whoever passes by to get their seeds disbursed:

Fun with fuzz!

Laughter“>Laughter

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