As of yesterday, the pond that is our home’s western boundary lost its last vestiges of ice. It was bound to happen sooner or later; but I was hoping for as late as possible, the reason being that as soon as the pond thaws waterfowl show up.
I’m fine with the ducks and the herons and the egrets. But I do not like the geese. They remind me of various members of Congress: autocratic, pushy, arrogant, know-it-all. They are loud too, fighting among themselves when there is enough pond for everyone. They also harangue the ducks. (No reference to political parties here, although I could make a case.)
The final straw is that they desecrate the lawn with little respect for the human inhabitants. And while I’m not the person who mows our lawn, I sympathize with those who do and their probably icky lawn mowers.
So if I’m home when a gaggle or flock (Webster’s accepts both terms for geese on land, as opposed to geese in flight.) appears, I charge out the front door, try to make myself look imposing, and chase them into the water. Today was the start of the chasing season.