For the past few mornings, we've had the pleasure of some new neighbors in the park across the street. At first there were only a dozen, followed by another dozen on Saturday. By this morning, we counted 52.
Me, being the Motherly person that I am, must feed them. I mean, they must be hungry, right? Right. So, into the cupboard I went, into my birdseed. They love it!
Mama goose was very cautious about her goslings getting to near me; and she would hiss at me, which was pretty funny. But I just looked away from her, and put more seed down, and she'd pe
ck at it
.
ck at it
. Meanwhile, Rocco just sits and cries at home; wanting desperately to run and play with them. But I just tell him, "No, they will peck your eyes out!"
I know the interest and the love will soon wear thin once the scent of their poo lingers across the road to my window. But until then, I will admire them, and from time to time, I will even feed them. I may even bring the beast over to play with them, just to stop him from crying.
Deborah
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"No, they will peck your eyes out!"
Flashback to one of my favorite movies, A Christmas Story, when all Ralphie wanted for Christmas was a bb gun: "You'll poke your eye out!"
When I was a wee Joanna, and attended overnight camp, those geese took over the camp's main sports fields for a few hours each day. We all, of course, had to rename the field "Caca Field." How appropriate.
LOL - Thanks, Joanna! I about fell off my chair.
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