Q's bird

The neighborhood I live in is called Goose Hollow. As the story goes, in Portland's early days, when this valley between downtown and the West Hills was undeveloped, neighbors let their domestic geese roam free. Eventually a feud began among their owners about which birds belonged to whom. The mayor stepped in and divided all the birds equally among the residents of the area, foreshadowing the city's socialist sympathies of the past few decades.

This is a little sculpture of a goose at a lightrail stop. Near the bird's feet, engraved in concrete, is a version of that story.