We had a pair that would summer down by the pond on our land. I think I was like, 11 or something, and got too close to them playing outside. The one started moving towards me, I backed up, it kept coming, I started running. Ran all the way up to the house with this damn goose flapping its wings and honking while chasing me, get inside, slam the door. All I see is my mom bent over and almost in tears from laughing so hard. Apparently she watched the whole thing from the window. THANKS MOM.
We used to feed the nice geese in the park when I was kid. Until they got so aggressive for food that they began pecking at me. Those were the white geese.
The canadian geese can go DIAF and take their giant poops with them.
I hate geese. I used to live in a guest house on a farm and they would land behind my house and poop everywhere and the dogs would eat it.
I got tired of it and ran out in my bathrobe and chased them off. They didn't land there the next 2 years that I lived there. I wonder if they remember like how they remember the migration route. "Oh we can't land there Bob. Crazy lady in her bathrobe, remember the fall of 2011?"
Post by iammalcolmx on Oct 1, 2014 13:53:37 GMT -5
It wasn't Geese but once I think I got too close to a bird nest and Momma decided to bomb dive me as I was innocently trying to get in my car. I screamed bloody murder as I dove into my car, while the nearby construction workers laughed their asses off.