It does make for an exciting morning when two geese land in your yard and take a swim in your pond. Were it not for all of the children bouncing around me, I may have gone outside with a cup of hot cider to just sit, and watch, and relax.
But, alas, there were children bouncing around me, cameras to be grabbed, and too, too many explanations of why, no, we do not hope the geese will decide to live at our pond (goose poo, people, is quite disgusting).
The older girls name them Georgia and Max. I have no idea why, but I don’t really need to understand.
Some ducks, who must have been attracted by all the honking, joined them in them in the water for a while; but when I opened the back door to go out at get a better look, the ducks flew off. Shortly thereafter, while I was editing the photos, the geese flew off as well.
This, of course, is a shot of Rude the Vicious Attack Dog filleting those geese as they head for the water. Wow, aren’t they lucky they escaped with their lives?????? *Snort*
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt doesn’t want to share his pond with geese.