When I was small, my mother would take me to a pond to feed the geese and fish our leftover bread bits. It was a nice way to be out in the sunshine. Until the day a goose decided he wanted my entire bag of bread and chased me. (The goose and I were approximately the same height, so it was a bit scary.) It kept biting and snapping at me, and got me pretty hard on the stomach right by my navel. My mother had to beat the bird with her purse to chase him off. Since then, I have always been a bit wary of geese. :D
I had a similar experience when I was small! Except that *I* chased the goose because I didn't like his attitude...needless to say, it didn't turn out well for me. That goose chased and snapped and I went running down the bank as fast as my little legs could carry me, yelling.
We've been visiting the geese every Saturday for about two months now. It wasn't until yesterday that I noticed that subtle nervous shake I've had whenever I was around them went away. Which is good, because I've found they've got a society, and particularly a code of conduct, that can be very interesting to watch.
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We've been visiting the geese every Saturday for about two months now. It wasn't until yesterday that I noticed that subtle nervous shake I've had whenever I was around them went away. Which is good, because I've found they've got a society, and particularly a code of conduct, that can be very interesting to watch.
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