I was feeding ducks back in the 90s, with my
baby daughter......peacefully.
Big nasty goose (bigger than daughter!)
makes huge scene----daughter drops bread
bag and runs.....screaming!
Wrong baby daughter to mess with. It
was a comedy she'll remember to her dying
day! Me grabbing goose by long neck----taking
back our bread......damn thing hissed and
wing beat at us for 15 minutes.
I can still bring a smile to her face every
time I mention the goose thief.
(Vale's "the south side of spring)