And nasty. This fella was telling me I was about five feet too close to his goslings. Which was good enough for me.
One time I was at the zoo and one of these guys came at me. As I tried to get out of the way, I guess I was inadvertently heading towards more of the babies. The faster I went, the even faster he came after me, wings spread and crowing (or whatever the hell it is that Canada Geese do).
He finally caught up to me with wings flapping, and I started flailing back. I could almost hear little children saying, Daddy, why is the man kicking the goosey? Because he's trying to save his life, honey.
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