We have Canadian geese who sometimes take over the golf course. The pond. Sometimes so many of them fly, they blot out the sun. They honk. They crap everywhere. They are noisy. And I love them.
The owner of the golf course? Not so much. But nonetheless, here they are. Every day. The remind me of my grandfather who used to take me to feed the ducks--and geese. I love hearing them honking.
This morning, Demon Baby woke me by climbing in my bed and putting his cheek against mine.
"I love you, Mama."
"Love you, too, Demon Baby."
The geese began honking.
"The goats are here."
"What?"
"They're flying. They're going to eat our house."
"They are not going to eat our house."
"Should I tell the goats to go away?"
"They're geese."
"Goats."
"No. Both are g-words. But those are GEESE. Not GOATS."
"They're goats."
When goats fly . . .
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LOL, this kid is great. You should turn his adventures into a comic strip.
We have a geese problem here in NJ too. The solution; we call the Geese Police. Some bright guy got some boarder collies to clear out the geese. They go out every night at sundown to the feilds and pond around here and chase the geese. Then the geese, finding no peace, move on. Watching these dogs in actions is amazing. They are having such fun. The geese aren't happy but they just move on.
And people pay for this! Its definately one of those "Why didn't I think of that" moments.
Aimless:
That's awesome!
I have THREE dogs, and one is a corgi (essentially a short border collie). But the geese are so much a part of our life here they don't even bark at them any more.
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