Father Goose

The Artist and I went out for a short walk tonight. And by short, I mean to say, shorter than last night. My feet had not recovered from last night. In fact, they revolted all day but I went for a walk again anyways. The sun was shining and I like getting my Vitamin D the old fashioned way.

During the final leg of our walk, we passed a pond where we had noticed, during our first spring in the country, a pair of geese nesting. Each night on our way home, I would slow down while the twins and I peered out the car window to see if Mother Goose was on her nest. We always love to watch them as they nest, with the hopes of catching a glimpse of newborn goslings and the little bit of city girl left in me still secretly hopes a pair will nest on our pond but the chances of that happening diminish each year. Thanks to the Artist and his pond patrol tactics. Although as a follow up to the goose post two years ago, his hopes for a dog to assist him his endeavours were abruptly shattered today. He came home at lunch to discover Callie in the pond with four geese. She's filthy, she stinks to high heaven and she fraternizes with the 'enemy'. Her momma is proud!

So as we passed by that spot tonight, I went back to see if there was a nest and sure enough this lovely lady was on duty. She didn't flinch as I drew nearer. I just wanted to take her portrait but at the last minute she jumped in the water. Her mission was to distract me and that's what she did. I took oodles of pictures of her swimming gracefully, as the Artist laughed because she was leading me away from her nest. What a good Momma!

However, she also, purposefully, I'm sure, led me straight into the path of Poppa Goose. I heard a large swooping noise and a small splash as he landed in the water.

But what he did next caught me completely off guard. He hissed at me! Loud, threatening hisses and he kept coming towards me. The Artist explained later, that the goose was trying to say, 'Eat me, not the eggs', but all he really did was scare the dickens out of me.

He sounded like a snake hissing intently at me and he reared his head just like a snake. And I'm sure that my Stalker aka Mom,  finds this all very funny; I, however, do not. I do not like snakes, I can not look at a picture of a snake. End of story. Good thing there aren't any snakes in the country. If you say it, it's true. Right?

So what did I do as this hissing goose jumped up on the bank and kept walking towards me? 

I ran the other way as fast as I could, stopping and turning for one last pic of him and the egg in the nest, there to the left. And then Momma came back and they both started honking at me so loudly, I felt like I had just tripped someones car alarm. So let that be a lesson to you. My apologies Momma and Poppa Goose, I did not mean to disrupt your evening. I promise to keep my distance in the future. Next time, I'll just bring my binoculars.

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I'm linking up with 

Verde Farm

and 

Dandelion House

for
Farm Friend Friday.

~Happy Friday Friends!~