Geesepeople

A Report From A Night Paddle...

I’m out by Lake Lancaster, a huge hangout for geese. I swear at one point last winter I popped by head over the spillway and there were thousands of ‘em just doing their thing. A lot of them were trying to be heard over the other lot who were doing the same. 

On this particular evening there were two geese out there chatting it up. They would both go at it for a while then everybody would chime in. All would go quiet for a bit and then one of the first pair would honk away. Then the other would join and the whole thing would repeat itself. 

Something like this - 

G1:You ingrate!

G2: You’re the ingrate!

G1: I know you are, but what am I?

G2: You’re the worst!

All Geese: Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise.

Silence

G1: Hey, garbagehead! You still there?

And so on, and so on, and so on.

Geesepeople.

Lake Lancaster: Where the geese hang out