How lovely! Aren't they beautiful geese? When I was doing my teaching degree, a goose nested in the tiny lake near our residential college. She had a few goslings which grew up and flew away except for the little one that somehow broke his leg. The leg healed awkwardly and so the goose stayed on the lake with her baby and fed him well into adulthood. She was absolutely VICIOUS toward anyone who approached the gosling, flapping and honking and biting like mad. Eventually, it became clear the pair couldn't be allowed to stay on the lake because the goose was deemed 'too dangerous'. Luckily, though, one of the blokes from Livestock Production sneaked down at night and netted the pair before the Works Department got to lay poisoned grain for them. The gosling had a quick trip to the vet's where his leg was re-broken and set correctly. Then, the pair wound up at the bloke's farm where, presumably, they lived out their days.
A rather unpleasant aside to this story is that I had bought myself a gorgeous pale pink silk dress to teach in. One lunchtime, all of us teaching prac. students sat around beside the lake, sharing our sandwiches with the geese. I happened to lie full-length on my front on the lovely cushiony green grass, luxuriating in the gorgeous summer breeze and the excellence of my rather cunningly braided hair-do. When it was time to go, you can imagine my utter horror as I realised I had been reclining with my right breast planted neatly on top of the biggest, most nuclear green goose-poo ever pooped! My gorgeous pale pink dress was ruined! Not only that, but I had a scant five minutes in which to dab ineffectually at the neon green stain before I was due back in the classroom to take senior choir! The kids got a wonderful laugh at my expense that afternoon. Sigh.
PS. Goose poo smells pretty bad too. Oh, and FYI, a single dose can spread into a circle with a diameter of roughly ten inches. I know this to be true.
And Steven looks like you, too, HAHAHHA.
