Or a goose, I guess.
It’s been pouring all day long, a cold and deeply unsatisfying rain that gets into your shoes and makes your socks soggy. I would like it to stop, please.
Have I mentioned that I harbor intense feelings of enmity towards these geese that hang out in my neighborhood? They’re noisy and they poop all over the road and generally make me nuts. Why doesn’t the fisher cat in my neighborhood do something about this? My daughter has taken to shouting, “Look out, geese, there’s a coyote behind you!” but they aren’t fooled.
Sigh. Fly south already, you darn birds.
Sorry to say, Ali, they will fly south when the weather gets a bit colder… Unfortunately, it appears it’s not quiet cold enough for them to leave. I hope they go away soon. I hope it stops raining soon, too.
I’m with you on the pesky geese. Send them up the shore to Quincy if they are looking for a group to fly south with.
It should clear by tomorrow – which means good flying weather for southward bound geese, right? 😉
Oh dear. I try to approach fall with a positive attitude so I can put off those deeply grumpy feelings until February or March, when I can pretend spring isn’t too far off. But so far this year it isn’t working much. Geese? Borrow someone’s Labrador Retriever and throw a tennis ball in their direction. That rolls up the welcome mat really fast.
Sorry, Ali. Many Canada geese have habituated [i.e., got used to living up here], so many will stay here all winter long. They are a messy animal, aren’t they?
That first shot is great!
Yes, if it weren’t for the mess I wouldn’t mind them so much – but it makes walking or riding your bike down the street a challenge, and certainly makes playing on the grass a lot less inviting.
We’re in line for some great weather this weekend, so I guess it’s OK!
Nice shots.
Thanks! We have, overall, had a nice summer and fall – but it wouldn’t be New England if we weren’t complaining about the weather, right? 😉
Back in the 70s I used to work for a small printing company in Norwell on Tiffany Road it was an old tack factory set on a pond. Every year there were geese on that pond and would attach employees and customers because they felt we were invading their property.