When I Was 69

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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The goose whisperer

 I stopped when some ducks appeared eager to leave the lake and walk across my path.  Wildlife gets right-of-way in my mind.

 They were scurrying while waddling...rather funny sight!

 There holding a wild goose, and occasionally whistling, sat the goose whistler.  He also does feed them, which obviously catches their attention.  I've asked him what he feeds them in the past, because we've had to post signs (Black Mountain I mean) saying not to feed ducks because bread (which most people use) causes disease.  But he feeds them cracked corn...he said.

 I see you seeing me.

 The males are still pretty competitive!

These white geese/large ducks were most mean to each other.  Maybe they needed to have a time out.


  1. Hello,

    Love all the ducks and geese. I have never seen someone holding a wild goose, he is brave. Enjoy your day and week ahead!

  2. You've got to be brave to cuddle with a feisty goose.

  3. They're acting mean because they don't understand romance and they want to mate. Some people are like that too.


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