I just call them stupid.
They eat, poop, poop again. Go eat some more and come back to poop a third time. And ALWAYS on the beach where the kids love to play. Poop, poop, slide in the water, poop. Come out of the water, poop.
The war has begun! Geeseageddon is here…
We have boats, laser lights, pyrotechnics, paint markers (AKA paint guns) and Dave screaming very loudly while flailing his arms from side to side like a huge “man” duck with no feathers. Oh, he’s also swinging a harmless kiddie boat paddle and making lots of noise.
THEY just have poop. And noise. Geese noise and poop… lots of poop.
The geese just don’t get it. But they will. I assure you. They WILL get it one way or another.
And then the poop will stop.
Until then – we step around the poop.
Lots of poop. Nasty, green, slimy, mouth gagging poop. Don’t even want to disucss the smell just yet.
We will keep you posted…
And: Chill PETA. No geese will be harmed in this war. But if you wish to round up the “survivors” and do a mental profle on them to assure yourself that they do not have PTSD then be my guest. Let us know how that works out for you…