Canada Geese are Gangsters!
If you’ve been attacked by that mafia of nature, tell me your story
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swirlie · 31-35, F
When I was a kid growing up on our tobacco farm on the north shore of Lake Erie, I made the mistake running through our neighbor's corn field immediately after it had been harvested, thinking that a gaggle of 1000 or more Canada Geese who were all feeding on the residual corn, were actually a flock of large pigeons that would scatter into flight the moment I ran through the middle of the resting flock. WRONG!
Before I knew it, I was hurled face-first to the ground after being dive-bombed and then knocked to the ground with great force not once, not three times, but 5 times in total as I tried to retreat and run back home! I mean, the experience as a 7 year old was like being tackled 5 times by a CFL linebacker after calling him fatso to his face!
Before I knew it, I was hurled face-first to the ground after being dive-bombed and then knocked to the ground with great force not once, not three times, but 5 times in total as I tried to retreat and run back home! I mean, the experience as a 7 year old was like being tackled 5 times by a CFL linebacker after calling him fatso to his face!
swirlie · 31-35, F
@Jenny1234
My father was waiting for me to climb the neighbors fence as I ran in full retreat mode, then make my way down through their ditch, then across the gravel road, then through our own ditch as I crawled under our own fence, where he met me in our field with his fists clenched and perched upon his hips, leering down at me after watching the whole thing unfold from a distance from the seat of his tractor, only to ask me with a disgusted tone to his voice, "Well Jennifer, are you happy now that you've got all those geese mad at you again?!"... 😡 ... 😔🫣
My father was waiting for me to climb the neighbors fence as I ran in full retreat mode, then make my way down through their ditch, then across the gravel road, then through our own ditch as I crawled under our own fence, where he met me in our field with his fists clenched and perched upon his hips, leering down at me after watching the whole thing unfold from a distance from the seat of his tractor, only to ask me with a disgusted tone to his voice, "Well Jennifer, are you happy now that you've got all those geese mad at you again?!"... 😡 ... 😔🫣