At this point in the story, I'm hearing "Also Sprach Zarathrustra", like when the apeman picked up the bone to use as a weapon for the first time in 2001.
I have a personal connection with this kid.
Went to a neighboring farm, they had geese. I was only a little bigger than this kid.
The male geese attacked and hammered me. Chased me around the car and hit my head with their beaks. I was bleeding but no one could see it.
My mom and her friend sat on the porch, laughing hysterically, it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. I was crying and screaming.
Then, on one more turn around the car, I found a stick, and things changed. I hit the first goose and sent him flying, on the next turn around the car, I was beating them badly with the stick. Geese make noise when they are hurt.
All of sudden, it wasn’t ‘funny’ any more. The owner of the geese got really p!ssed. My mom grabbed the stick, and THEN she saw what the geese had done to me.
It turned from bad to really ugly at that point, when my mom finally came to her senses and realized that I had been in a serious fight and had gotten hurt while she sat and laughed.
The owner of the geese was really upset at the damage I did to her effin geese. The one I connected with was damaged to the point of ending up in the stew pot. (YESSSS)
Friends were lost, and my mom never again thought such things were ‘funny.’
That kid did good. His mom should be spanked till she cries.
That explains quite a lot.
I always wear a chef's apron and carry a chef's knife when around geese or swans. They know. They know what that means.
/johnny
At this point in the story, I'm hearing "Also Sprach Zarathrustra", like when the apeman picked up the bone to use as a weapon for the first time in 2001.
LOL. I used to live on a small lake and in the summer geese would mate and raise goslings in the area. They were great to watch, and we even fed them. They became quite friendly.
At the same lake were these white geese. The evil geese, we called them, because they were very aggressive ... I don’t know what they were actually called taxonomically, but anyway they showed up and during an afternoon feeding ritual in the back yard one of them attacked me. Chased me all over the yard and just would not stop. I was 6’1”. 205# at the time and this damn white goose was all over me trying his best to bite me in the face. I finally fought back when it stopped being funny.
Fun fact I learned that day was that if you grab a goose by the neck they instantly crap all over you, and their necks do not have sufficient torsional strength and flexibility to withstand a pissed of 200 pound man. He ended up in a trash bag, and I had nasty infected forearms for a couple of weeks.