Speaking of Fowl
It occurred to me this afternoon that I'm frightened of geese. Today on the path I was walking on there were two big geese and their baby gooselet plopped down like it was their living room. I tried to walk around as far away as I could, but of course they were threatened and hissed and spat at me. On my way back they were still there so I backtracked and went around. Damn it, these are Canadian geese, they aren't even supposed to be here in Virginia. Go home Yankees!
posted by RL @ 10:21 PM
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I am an expert in goose-wrangling. Every morning when I embark on my riverwalk for muscular and cardiovascular fitness, I encounter families of geese. The little ones are rather cute, but the mom and dad Canadians are mean. They like to spit, but they can't hurt you. What can hurt you is the gooseshit they leave everywhere. There are also ducks, but they are cute and even less harmful than geese. If one is really lucky (and gets up early) one can also encounter nutria. They are very ugly, and have none of the charms of duck or geese.
I have no issue with the ducks. But those geese, they're tall and I think they have teeth and don't even get me started on goose shit.
Goose shit looks to me like a chocolate covered cheeto (the crunchy variety of course). Sometimes there is a dab of white chocolate mixed in. Goose shit does not taste like this though. I just know.
That bastard goose family were waiting for me today, but thankfully they stuck to one side of the path and I was able to get by both times without incident. The ducks stayed in the water. Where they belong!
In Virginia, goose shit is green and looks nothing like any cheeto I've ever seen.
I was telling someone your story about the geese, comparing it to my spontaneous fear of dogs I seem to have developed recently, and the person went OFF on Canadian geese and how freaky they are. She said she once saw a small child have to be taken to an ER after a goose bite broke her arm.
Julie Dill
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See Tony, I told you those geese were dangerous!
Julie, if you do become the Jon Bon Jovi of the "real" literary world, I'll probably fall in love with you and write nutty stuff about it on this blog. Just a warning.
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