As a lifetime Canada adjacent person, I'm very familiar with the cobra chickens. They used to nest along the path where I would go running every day and we pretty much left each other alone, if they were on the path or there were little ones I'd slow down and give them a wide berth, until one time I was running later in the evening and one of them, perhaps because it was late and there were no witnesses, decided to suddenly fly directly at my face squawking and flapping its enormous wings. I reflexively reached out and grabbed it by the neck and held it at arm's length while we had a conversation about avian assault and how it was uncool. When I dropped him he and his buddies waddled away angrily hissing at me the whole time, but they waddled away. I don't recommend you try this yourself.
My husband heard a story from an older gentleman of his acquaintance. (I think this man's first language wasn't English.) He was walking home and he was knocked down by a "goon." Turns out he actually said "goose." Not much difference! (Fortunately, he was OK.)
Had to deal with a bunch where I used to work. Built a nest on the roof of the building right above the front door. They did not like it when people pulled into the parking lot and tried to enter. The GM had to go out and confronted them with a shovel so our new VP could get into the office. We all thought it was pretty funny she was so intimated by them.
Very interesting story. I fully expected to read about some geese involved somehow. Good story anyway and would love to read Mr Fell's version of this historical tale!!
I took a pic of a Goose laying on her nest. She looked at me with an expression "Hey, do you mind. I'm trying to hatch some eggs here." But she just sat still going about her brooding. A year of so later in that same park, I ended up stepping into a pile of cobra chicken shit deluxe. Greasy, slimy, and it stinks. I rec'n Mamma Goose got her revenge.
It sounds like swans in the UK. Anywhere along the Thames, there'll be hoards of them. On time, I was sitting on a jetty, eating a pack of crisps, occasionally letting the surrounding birds have some crumbs. Once my packet was finished, this one swan was so pissed off that I'd stopped feeding them, that they tried to bite me. Luckily, I had steel toe-cap boots on that day, so they failed. But I swiftly picked myself up and moved back to the footpath.
Of course, we see the Canadian Geese when they're migrating. They seem far milder than the swans!
As a lifetime Canada adjacent person, I'm very familiar with the cobra chickens. They used to nest along the path where I would go running every day and we pretty much left each other alone, if they were on the path or there were little ones I'd slow down and give them a wide berth, until one time I was running later in the evening and one of them, perhaps because it was late and there were no witnesses, decided to suddenly fly directly at my face squawking and flapping its enormous wings. I reflexively reached out and grabbed it by the neck and held it at arm's length while we had a conversation about avian assault and how it was uncool. When I dropped him he and his buddies waddled away angrily hissing at me the whole time, but they waddled away. I don't recommend you try this yourself.
My husband heard a story from an older gentleman of his acquaintance. (I think this man's first language wasn't English.) He was walking home and he was knocked down by a "goon." Turns out he actually said "goose." Not much difference! (Fortunately, he was OK.)
I love Canada Geese! They are not to be fucked with. I hope to be like them when I grow up.
Their poo is some seriously slick, disgusting shit, too.
Had to deal with a bunch where I used to work. Built a nest on the roof of the building right above the front door. They did not like it when people pulled into the parking lot and tried to enter. The GM had to go out and confronted them with a shovel so our new VP could get into the office. We all thought it was pretty funny she was so intimated by them.
I live in AZ. We know of this, but few others do! And I bet you could do a seriously audacious piece on this true story: https://warfarehistorynetwork.com/article/escape-into-arizonas-desert-german-prisoners-in-world-war-ii/#:~:text=Incredibly%2C%20three%20of%20the%20prisoners,the%20Colorado%20River%20to%20Mexico.
Very interesting story. I fully expected to read about some geese involved somehow. Good story anyway and would love to read Mr Fell's version of this historical tale!!
It has Nazis in it! How can he possibly resist! 😉
Sweet!! You're a fencer too!! Didn't think I could like you more but now I do. 😊 (sabreuer here) 🤺
I took a pic of a Goose laying on her nest. She looked at me with an expression "Hey, do you mind. I'm trying to hatch some eggs here." But she just sat still going about her brooding. A year of so later in that same park, I ended up stepping into a pile of cobra chicken shit deluxe. Greasy, slimy, and it stinks. I rec'n Mamma Goose got her revenge.
It sounds like swans in the UK. Anywhere along the Thames, there'll be hoards of them. On time, I was sitting on a jetty, eating a pack of crisps, occasionally letting the surrounding birds have some crumbs. Once my packet was finished, this one swan was so pissed off that I'd stopped feeding them, that they tried to bite me. Luckily, I had steel toe-cap boots on that day, so they failed. But I swiftly picked myself up and moved back to the footpath.
Of course, we see the Canadian Geese when they're migrating. They seem far milder than the swans!