It's migrating goose season through out the northern US. But these geese are not migrating. They are home. Not far away, a normal city block although this town doesn't have "normal" blocks, is a sizable pond. These geese have a daily migration apparently from pond to our lawn to somewhere else in midday. Then they return in the afternoon and go back to the pond for evening. I've heard there are coyotes around but never seen one, that would be the only natural predator for the geese.
They have terrible manners -- they lack all sense of modesty and leave their little piles here, there an everywhere, not only in the grass but on the sidewalk. They are tolerated by most, hated by some, and their attitude is oblivion. A couple of neighbors decided a few weeks ago to try to disrupt their landing patterns by planting some small trees -- spaced across the lawn are two Rose of Sharons and two dogwoods. They are, at this stage, not very big and will take, I'm told 15 years to reach maturity. At this point they are ignored by the geese and I believe that will be the case in the future.
Now and then I look out and see one of the less hospitable of my neighbors shooing the geese toward the parking lot. Likewise once in a while Joe, the Jack-of=all-trades here, can be seen playing goose-herd, chasing them into groups, which honk at him for being so rude. They don't take to the air until they're good and ready.
The complex has a strict no pets policy, which, vis a vie geese is a bad idea. If a few people had yappy little dogs who enjoyed chasing geese I think they would soon change their grazing preference. For the foreseeable future, however, I expect to hear their arrivals early in the morning and again later in the day. I think they look quite grand, really.
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