Fowl Behavior

The warmish weather beckoned Macy and me to our neighborhood park a few times this week. This cute little park was one of the reasons I loved this neighborhood when we were searching for lots. And then I had to wait and wait (and wait) to have a little one to play there.

Last summer we spent hours there. And so it is with a sad heart that I tell you we are no longer welcome at this park. The bullies have taken over and they have spoken (loudly, may I add). How could they pick on a little lady with this sweet face, you ask?


They do not care. They are relentless, picking on the large and small. The discriminating factor: opposable thumbs. The gang's leader bit Macy's leg and then went back for more. He ended up with a beak full of diaper. Yes, a beak. The gang is a gaggle of geese and they are mean!

Now, JD (like you are thinking right now) thought I was being a little dramatic and believed we could return to the park. He was indignant that I would let the geese decide where we would play. He went with us on Saturday and it wasn't pretty. I saw fear in his eyes. They chased him around and around the playground and, despite kicked dirt, thrown apples, and collisions between K-Swiss and beaks, the Hitchcockeque birds hissed and lunged and pecked relentlessly. And in the end we fled to the safety of another park.

Geese 1, humans 0.