I absolutely despise Canadien geese. I hate cats, but I’m pretty sure that I hate geese more. Most of you golfers can sympathize with me. There’s nothing worse than trying to sink a putt on a green covered in goose shit.
Now I’m really starting to question their intelligence (as if I hadn’t been all along). There’s a small pond I walk by every day. In early winter I noticed 2 geese who seemed to have made it their winter retreat. I don’t consider central Virginia to be southern, but perhaps they actually came from Canada and they got lazy. I guess I can’t really delve into the brain of a goose, and it’s probably best to not try. However, that pond was frozen absolutely solid for about the last 3 weeks.
From my understanding, goose life breaks down into two things: swimming around and shitting in places that people like. When one of those items becomes unavailable, I would decide it was time to move. Then again, there’s another option. Maybe they just like to shit so much that the water really means nothing to them.
snafu Says:
Geez…these sound like the flying rats, er, pigeons we have in Charleston.