As I was standing in the Open Circle Viewpoint watching the First Owl a hundred yards away, my eye caught a parade of five Canada Geese paddling at a stately pace around the corner, heading south into the North Basin. Usually geese fly here; you can see them and hear them honking in the air. To see them paddling in a neat formation caught my attention, and I moved my lens off the owl and onto the big waterbirds. At first it was the smoothness and ceremony of their passage that drew me. Then I saw them approach a cluster of gulls that sat on the water directly in the path of the advancing geese. Both species are territorial and quite capable of hostilities. What would happen? Squawks? Feathers flying? A flurry of angry wings? Well — nothing at all. The geese glided past the gulls, even forking one of the gulls between them, without the slightest sign of friction by either side. Go figure.