The Goose Brigade

DSC_7840-3That is what I’m going to call them anyway.  I’m pretty sure that I’ve used this title before, but it was much nicer than what I want to call them.

I’ve seen them before.  They are regulars around my patio.  I’m really realizing that I have way too much time on my hands and that I’ve spent way too much time with geese here of late.  Seriously, though, he’s not hard to forget.  He’s one of the only geese around here with a spot on his forehead.  There is only one other one, but his spot is more of a triangle and it is more grey.  He’s also not as vocal.  He’s in the same flock as this guy, whom I’ve name Whittey.

Whittey is an ***.  There is just no other word for it and he’s not a typical goose jerk either.  He’s viscous, demanding, and thinks that he is just the king of all that in which he touches.  He has a very white mark between his eyes on what I assume is forehead.  He’s very recognizable.  So, as I’ve said, I’ve seen him around the patio.

Whittey sounds like a mob name.  Not really, but in an act to not get brow beaten by call him something that would offend someone, I’m going with Whittey.  He who keeps coming around as I type.  He just ran off my buddy, a lone goose that comes when he sees me out.  That little guy is even brave enough to come up to my little table.  They’ve all come to learn that the coffee mug that sits next to me does not actually contain coffee.  Anyway, back to Whittey.

He and his flock, they’re a bunch of jerks.  Demanding, bullying little jerks.  He’s staring at me now from a distance.  I told him that they were getting anything and that they better hope the squirrel comes back around.   Whittey goes out of his way to chase off any goose, or duck, that is not in his flock.  He seems to have some kind of arrangement with the squirrels.  Probably because those cheeky little monkeys will drop seed on the ground….on purpose.

A goose can be a good yard away, but apparently that is just too close for this guy.  He will run full speed with head slithering around as he goes after them to chase them off.  My little buddy made the mistake of making a u-turn and heading back in my direction.  Whittey was on his tail, pun intended.  Such an angry little goose that one is.

The other day, I was out on my patio.  I’ve been trying to do that daily.  Anyway, I was on my patio and there some duckies trying to get in on the food action.  Whittey was trying to horn in on their pile.  I had tossed some behind me, because the **** brigade was on the other side of the patio.  Whittey would start to walk towards them so I would turn and point at him, telling him to stay on his own side (did I mention that I clearly have too much time on my hands?)  He’d take a few steps back and just watch me, quietly to my surprise.  I thought for sure that he would issue some kind of hissing protest, he did not.

We did this several times, before he went to chase off another goose.  Without my realizing, his flock had maneuvered their way into the ducky area and the little guys gave up.  Whittey and his crew were cut-off.  When the food runs out, they get bored and wonder off.  They always come back, much like now.  He’s waiting in wake, I can feel his eyes on me.  It’s fine.  I’m sure that my neighbors get a kick out of watching me talk to the animals.

I’m actually a bit surprised no one has complained, but the geese don’t stick around and it keeps them off of everyone else’s patio.  Anyway,  I really don’t mind.  It’s not like there’s anything else to do right now.  Talking to the geese is sometimes the most conversation that I get in a day.  Speaking of which, I better wrap it up…the **** brigade is back and it requires me attention.

Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~


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