I remember being a child in Europe in the early 1960s when we would not leave the post on or around MayDay because it was a Communist Party event and they always whipped up a lot of anti-American sentiment.
Nice to be in the US where it means flowers at most.
Was spelunking around an old journal trying to find my remarks from a couple of years ago about GRONK! GRONK! is a Canada goose of the male persuasion who has been courting and nesting near my condo for a couple of years.
Here are my comments from 2005:
There's a reason for the phrase "birdbrain".
GRONK! GRONK! GRONK!
There are some houses being constructed behind my condo, about 50 yards away. There's a pond about 100 yards south of the first house. There are Canada geese who visit the pond. Bad enough that you can't walk anywhere near the pond in the spring without sliding on a slick of goosepoop; nor will we mention the aerial precision bombing they perform on parked cars.
GRONK! GRONK! GRONK!
Now what we've got is one confused member of the species, gender unknown, but I'll call it "him" for simplicity. For the last 3 nights, this idiotic bird has been perched on top of the southernmost house every night, emitting a series of GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! through the night.
Just when you think he's quit, he starts up again.
GRONK! GRONK! GRONK!
So thinking he was hurt or unable to fly after the first 2 nights, one of the neighbors prevailed on the construction crew to put a ladder up to the roof so he could rescue the bird and take him to the wildlife center, only to discover as he got to the top of the ladder, that the bird could fly just fine. Not to mention that he'd have never been able to catch the bird as the roof is befouled with 2-3 days of accumulated goosepoop.
GRONK! GRONK! GRONK!
So the goose was gone for a couple of hours and just as I started to think about shutting down the computer and going to bed .... GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK! GRONK!
I'm alternately thinking that I may lose my mind and fantasizing about roast goose.
Well, GRONK! is back, although he has a GRONKETTE! and they no longer GRONK for hours, just a couple times a day. Goslings on the pond soon, I suspect.
However, the burning question remains - why do they call them migratory when they won't migrate?
About Me
- Ms. Packrat
- 10 things: 1. My first name is Italian, but I'm not. 2. I was raised as an Army brat. 3. I'm on my third career. 4. I have big feet and hands. 5. The only exercise I really like is swimming and I will only swim in a pool or in the ocean. I hate fresh water ponds and lakes. 6. I used to love taking pictures but when I no longer had darkroom access, I stopped doing much photography. My little digital camera has reawakened that fondness and now I am lusting after a serious digital camera. 7. You will not find my picture in the dictionary under the definition of "diplomacy." 8. I would desperately love to be more organized and I have spent a lot of time and effort trying to learn to be more orderly and have succeeded to a small degree. 9. If I won the lottery, I would pay off the home mortgages of several friends and put enough money away so that my marvelous niece and nephew could go to college anywhere. The chances of this happening would improve if I bought a ticket more than once a year ... 10. Life is too short to knit with ugly yarn.
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