There's a flock of Canada Geese which have decided to spend most of their time in my yard.

I hate the damned things. They make all kinds of noise, and they drop their poop everywhere. Come to think of it, that's just like the Occupy movement, ain't it?

Not a lot I can do about it, except to absolutely refuse to feed them. I save my bread for the ducks, but the geese have mostly chased the ducks away. As to the stuff the geese are leaving all over the yard, it eventually gets dissolved by the rain and soaks into the soil -- and fertilizes the grass, so I guess there's a benefit to it after all.

But they're loud. It's the runup to mating season, and they're pairing off. And every once in a while a breeding pair decides they need to announce their engagement to the world by hooting and hollering in unison. I guess that's what it takes to get the blood up in a goose, but never having been a goose I wouldn't know.

This appears to be their wintering grounds. Sometime soon (I hope) they'll vacate the premises and head up to Alaska or somewhere inhospitable like that. Just as long as it isn't here, I'll be happy. But with my luck it'll be a month or more.

Posted by: Steven Den Beste in Daily Life at 03:39 PM | Comments (10) | Add Comment
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