I live in a neighborhood with a lake that is bisected by a causeway. When I come home from work I cut across the causeway and there is usually some kind of wildlife giving an entertaining show.
Three turtles hang around on a log that juts out in the middle of the lake, and there’s usually a heron standing along the banks. Now that summer is approaching, the ducks and their little ducklings can also be seen swimming across the lake in single file.
Sounds like a lovely Disney moment, doesn’t it?
Right up until the geese arrived and started pooping everywhere.
It gives me a great deal of pleasure to speed across the causeway and scatter them. Ha!
Am I terrible person?
(Lisa, breathe deeply–I would never hurt them).
HAHAHAHAHAHA. This was GREAT. I saw the link and started reading and laughing. And then I realized it was your own blog. Great… yup, I can relate.
Augh! Thank goodness you included that last bit to head off my hyperventilating!
An’ you’ve had your fun, now stop dat. 😛
When we were kids, my Uncle Ronnie let us chase the Canadian Geese from his yard. When you’re 5 this is an incredible honor, but very scary because the geese would turn around and chase you. Oh, but we could only run at them, we weren’t in cars or anything.