Good Geese Gone Wild
On Thursday of this week, as I was doing my daily walk around the apartment complex, I witnessed the biggest fight between geese that I have ever seen. First, I have to apologize for the quality of the photos, it was a wet, rainy, cloudy day, and to top it off, the battery in my camera was about to go dead. I had to shoot some of these in manual focus for that reason, and I didn’t dare to shoot too quickly to give the camera time between shots.
The photos are self-explanatory, it was a goose fight, and an epic one at that, as you will see. But, not many words are needed to describe the action, so here goes.
It all started innocently enough, a pair of Canada geese coming in for a landing in a pond.
The two new arrivals to the pond hadn’t even stopped moving before the resident gander charged them.
First one, then the other of the interlopers.
It’s hard to keep your balance when you’re being chased by a vicious goose!
The interlopers were hoping that if they ignored their attacker, that he would give up.
But that didn’t work.
Of course much honking had to go on during this opening skirmish.
It looked like the fight had become one of just words, with each pair of geese swimming in a different part of the pond, ut that was not the case for long!
It was mostly goose chasing goose for a while.
Then I lost all track of which goose was which, as the battle intensified!
Any slight lull was filled with honking.
Then the battle would resume, getting more violent after each lull.
There’s three geese in that pile, all flailing away at each other with their wings, and maybe their feet. I could hear their feet slapping the water when they were running, but the sounds coming out of that pile of goose made me think that they were slapping each other with their feet as well as their wings, plus, probably biting each other as well.
Then the pile began to separate.
And don’t you just love that one of the geese is sitting there watching its mate get the snot beaten out of it?
Then, as the battle gets close to it, the goose not fighting decides that discretion is the better part of valor, even if its mate is getting wailed on.
A second pile up, with more beating each other with wings and feet.
Then they separated again.
It was at this point that my camera needed a short break, but all that was left was for the interloper to fly to the other side of the pond as the resident gander gave his best Tarzan impression.
That was followed by this.
I’m not sure what that was all about, but then, I’m not fluent in goose yet.
That’s it for this one, stay tuned for the story of four geese, two herons two ponds, and more! Thanks for stopping by!