shanmonster | The Goose Vamoose

I just got back from running around the park again. As I was about to return home, I saw the swans with their cygnets and took a detour to admire them. The cygnets are freaking adorable, especially when they stand up tall and flap their minuscule wings. And then I ended up speaking with a man who was also admiring the birds.

That's when I heard more of the goose story.

The geese were kidnapped over the weekend. I knew that. Theoretically, they were taken away to the countryside. However, it would seem this is not the case. Here's what I didn't know. I heard the geese are in quarantine for an unspecified amount of time. They're being kept in concrete/metal avian concentration camps.

Once they're released, I suspect they're going to fly right back home, because the park was a pretty sweet place to live.

I also believe this whole goose fiasco is illegal, so I guess it's time to put out a few more letters.

All of this is outside the Humane Society's jurisdiction. It's a governmental issue. But apparently, the Ministry of Natural Resources knew nothing about all of this. I shall investigate further.

I am such a Goose Avenger.

Oh yes, and from the goosenapping article comes this quotation:

most residents are "very happy" the geese have been removed.

Lorna Ferguson is one.

She took the matter to city council herself last year as she was "fed up with living in a goose park," she says.

"If people object, they should be down here every day to scoop off the paths."

I wonder if Lorna would rather have all the trees cut down? If people objected, they could be the ones to go rake the leaves.

Naturephobes. Bah!

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And on a side note, while I was speaking with the man in the park, the male swan sauntered up to him. The man didn't step away, so the swan bit him, then punched him twice with his elbows. I guess the man was standing a little too close to the cygnets. Hee! You wouldn't catch me holding my ground if that swan marched up to me all puffed up like that....

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In completely unrelated news, my Mom sure is funny. She sent me a single text message, and treated it the same way as she would an answering machine message. It went something like this. "I bought you a calling card. To register it, you need to call 1-800-555-5555. Again, that's 1-800-555-5555. The calling card number is 123 456 7890. I repeat, that's 123 456 7890."

Bwahahaha!