Rabid Geese

Yesterday Sam and I went for a short walk. There is a duck pond just across the street from the house and we went over there to take a look.

There were a few ducks, but there were a lot of geese. Sam and I walked around, looking at them and talking about them. When we were almost all the way around, I noticed a goose walking up the sidewalk toward us.

It was a bizarre sight. His dead, black eyes were on Sam as his webbed feet slap-slapped along the sidewalk. I thought we would just walk around him. As we got closer, the goose sped up and started spreading its wings.

Yes, it was just a goose, but I was terrified! It was obviously planning on attacking Sam, and it was as big as he was. I swept Sam up into my arms and moved to the edge of the sidewalk. As soon as I was holding Sam, the goose turned, pretending nothing had happened, and walked onto the grass.

After going a few feet I set Sam back down (he is a heavy little guy). Within a few seconds, there was the slap-slap on the sidewalk behind us. That horrible bird was running after Sam again! I scooped Sam up and didn't put him back down until the pond was far behind us.

Sam, of course, was thrilled by the whole experience. He has talked about the geese fondly ever since we got back. Little does he know - we will not be going to the duck pond again!