Return of the Geese

I was minding my own business today (must stop doing that, I usually get in trouble) when I looked out back and saw several dark shadows gliding through the water, heading for the shore. What could they be? Maybe...nah, couldn't be. As they got closer I dragged out the binoculars and took a good look. I couldn't believe it - my geese were back, in force! There must have been at least 50 of 'em floating along (insert the "Kill The Wabbit" theme from the Bugs Bunny Cartoon here). They gracefully came ashore and spread out, looking left and right like they were looking for something. What could they be looking for? It's not like Logan and I hide the corn when we throw it.

I put on my coat, hoping to slip out back and throw some more corn but my little helper refused to let me go alone. He grabbed his blanket and ran for the back door, shouting "OUTSIDE!" I got him to hold still long enough to put on his coat and put down the blanket and we headed for the shed to get the bucket of corn. He waited impatiently while I filled the squirrel feeder on the big tree by the road. I tried to get him to hold my hand on the way down the hill but he refused, preferring to trot down the hill yelling, "RUN!"

One of the geese spotted us and waddled out of the water, honking at the top of his lungs. Suddenly there were geese everywhere, coming out of the woods, out from under the neighbor's dock and from further out in the water. We hadn't even started throwing corn yet and they were heading right for us. Then it hit me - these must be my "regulars", the geese who always came running when they saw me! They must have been looking around for me. The sight of a new person, Logan, didn't faze them a bit. Geese and toddler ran for each other, stopping about 10 feet apart. They stared at each other for a minute and then began babbling and honking at each other like old friends.

We threw the corn and the geese happily ate. About a half dozen of them glided overhead and I pointed them out to Logan. "Look honey, goosies!" I flapped my arms and he flapped his, giggling so hard he almost fell down. If you've never been fortunate enough to have geese fly right over your head, it's a real "oh wow" feeling and giggling is about the only thing you can do. Some of the geese were chasing each other around and I think Logan would have loved to join in. They didn't seem to be afraid of him so who knows what might happen someday?

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