|Tales of the Raconteur: Squawk Attack
||[Apr. 28th, 2004|06:00 pm]
|[||In the Moment
|||||Jim Metzner's "Pulse of the Planet"||]|
This brings me very happy feelings. Such excellent photos from an excellent duo of Cave Hill venturers, crash666 and skinnee_pea.
The geese are aggressive.
http://www.louisville327.com/pics/duckies/goose2.jpg (Squawk Attack - Photo Link - Picture by crash666)
My dad told me of a day where he was quietly enjoying the spring weather in a park back in Michigan. The obligatory ducks and geese shared the area around the Clinton River where he walked. As he strolled closer to the river near a gaggle, he approached too close to one crazy goose.
The bird started at him, like a honking laser, or, with a honkness. Intent on defeat of my dad's 5'10, 175 lbs. of auto plant steel tendon frame, the goose began tearing at his clothing, particularly one pants-leg, wings flapping, slapping, honking.
My father is the type that does not get visibly and usually not internally frightened. The goose gave my dad a salvo of wing-slaps. After a few significant beak-tears of the clothing, with a quick-ninja reflex, he grabbed hold of the neck of the kamakaze goose. Swinging the goose in the air, he brought it down, and then snap went the bird-neck.
The gang of cheering birds scattered.
So as to gather no attention, he dragged the limp bird with him to his van. Driving as quick as possible, he returned home with covered goose body in the back. He smuggled the bird into his house, and he prepared the goose for a feast. He enjoyed the unplanned meal. It was a clean getaway.
Somewhere, a group of geese remember my dad, waiting for the day to extract revenge.