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If it’s Wednesday, that must mean it’s time for another peek through The Nest’s thumb-covered viewfinder in this week’s Picture Day Post! Today, I’m going to give you the bird…. nah, I’m just kidding. How about a nice, friendly goose instead?
I’m hungry all of a sudden…
I ran into this fine, feathered friend during the trip I took to our local zoo back in May. He was just strutting along out in the walkway, completely oblivious to the fact that he was walking right into everyone’s way and had attracted a crowd of rubberneckers who had apparently never seen a fucking goose walking around before.
Go ahead and touch the goose, little girl. You don’t really need all ten of your fingers…
I passed this oversized duck just as the group of boys dressed up like orange safety cones walked by. They were prodded to continue moving along by their leashmaster, but the boy in the red shirt behind them was not about to let any shitty parental advice keep his curiosity and adventurous spirit at bay. As the goose wandered into the greenery off to the left there, our modern day Tom Sawyer followed him. I got my camera ready just hoping for an awesome Man vs. Nature scene as our fair weather fowl showed this Ritalin-deprived imp just what happens to little boys who try to make friends with vicious wild animals….
Pussy!
Instead, all I captured was Steve Irwin, Jr.’s last second decision to chicken out rather than risk being attacked and ending up in the hospital with the goose flu and a poked pecker. The child lover in you would have been grateful that a potential catastrophe was avoided. Obviously, I was disappointed instead. Oh well, maybe next week I’ll have something with some blood and guts in it…
And I’ll get around to catching up on everyone’s blogs late, late, late tonight….
Geese are MEAN. My grandparents had a farm when I was a kid and one of their geese liked to chase my sister and bite her in the ass. Loved those things. 😉
I coulda used a goose to keep my sisters in line…
a ganter once nearly killed me as I was a little girl… I ended in the dirt and screamed like a banshee… probably it was gladstone ganter who always wins :o(
Big birds are so mean. I think that’s why they wind up cooked on so many tables…
I bet that guy thought if he stood in the middle of the sidewalk someone would eventually offer him half of their peanut butter and jelly sandwich…….or something edible (other than a hand/finger). If that kid had pursued the goose into the greenery he may have eventually provided what the goose was looking for!
Pam
With ten billion signs at the zoo warning not to feed the animals (including the wild waterfowl), I don’t think anyone was willing to risk zoo prison to give it a bite. That won’t stop it from nipping on some buns though if it gets hungry enough…
Kind of gives new meaning to the term “being goosed” doesn’t it….hahaha
I wonder what made little Steve the red traffic cone change his mind about trying to pet the goose. Maybe the fierce look in its eye! I usually try to make friends with wandering animals but I never get too close to geese. They’re kind of scary! I stay away from llamas too because they hate me.
I’ve never been very close to a llama before, but I’d probably stay away from any animal that’s taller than I am…. including giant squirrels if such a thing exists!
Giant squirrels would be terrifying! I guess not as scary as bears since they only eat corn and seed, but still.
ody & biskit…….thiz burd iza bass terd if we ever saw a bass terd burd… N if ya
noe uz bye now…. ewe noe ta uz ……all burdz iz bass terdz ~~~~~~~~ ☺☺☺
Dam VIZHUZ bass turds! I actually dislike birds of all shapes and sizes…
Those Canada geese are fearless. They took over the grounds of an office park where I worked. They marched in lines, young and old and got quite pissy if you were in their way. And watch your feet! Untidy birds and BIG.
I was always a bit wary of Canada…. so that’s how they plan on taking over the US. With armies of goosestepping gooses! Where’s my hatchet?
I always steer clear of geese. A pic of that kid being pecked would have been priceless
And a lesson to all not to feed your children to the birds…
Geese really are a bit rotten. I am glad that kid (who is NO RELATION) to Steve or any self-respecting aussie chickened out. We all know the aussies have the monopoly on the Darwin Awards. That kid is smart! Must be Amurrican. ;-D
Let’s wait until he makes it past the tiger cages before we make any assumptions about him! Actually, the tigers were all hiding that day…. but the crocs were out!
Is it wrong that I was hoping the goose would enter the undergrowth, then the kid, then there’d be all sorts of squawking and leaves exploding out like in a cartoon?
Who will emerge…. boy or goose? Either way, the possum hiding in the bush will probably end up a casualty….
Poor Buster, always caught in the crossfire. And he only went out for a Starbucks.
Damn. I was hoping for blood and gore at the hellion for not minding his business. Snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon