By Goosey, Goosey, Gander, is a Mother Goose rhyme that I heard in my inner ear as the resident geese (and handsome ones, too) advanced on my car. I was ahead of schedule for an appointment at a client's house, and pulled into a park by a river. The water fowl approached my car expectantly, with the white gander hissing assertively.
"Sorry, Bub, but I've got no goose feed today", I said as I had an urge, I am embarrassed to admit, to grab the confronting gander by its neck and demonstrate my dominance. Strange how testosterone reaches across species and makes fools of high and low.
We were just having a gander at your blog.
Oh, to be as they say "a fly on the wall."
Aw........ Don, you should know better.... always carry cookies in the car, for what ever emergency "CROPS" up!
Perhaps you should have honked before you got out of the car.
Did they leave any eggs?
Uncle Don,
I stumbled across your blog [honestly, I am not sure how this happened], and your goose story is hilarious! The pictures add a nice touch, too; it's so amazing to see how "human" the goose seems in the final photo [craning his neck up as if to say, "I'll fight you..."]. Excellent entry!
Amy
Midge, my foreign fried, and Amy, my niece, thank you for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed the photos. It was a lucky day...I had an interesting situation and I remembered that I had a camera. I carry the camera in my man-bag, but that is another story.
Thanks again for leaving a note.
Bees
Think this is a great posting. Just love the look on the goose's face. Quite quackers.
Geese frighten me a little. I love taking my kids to feed the ducks at the local park, but sometimes there are so many geese all squawking and stretching their bills up to my face. I feel the need to grab a neck too, and I assure you there is no testosterone involved :).