Legless' story reminds me
Of the time Me and a mate got cornered by a flock of the evil Canadian Goose.

We went to a pool 2 days before it opened for the first time. (when a fishing season used to exist on pools)

It was fresh as. no reeds no plants just excavated earth and a big puddle.

The way the bank was shaped on one side was like a jetty. About 2 metres wide and 20 long.

We walked down and threw bread into the water to get the fish a feedin. Only Mr and Mrs goose x10 wanted some too. They had us totaly cut off.

At one point I seriously considered heading into the drink rather than take a mauling off these 10 reared up and hissing migrant avian beasts.

The Mrs always take great pleasure in pointing out any if were out and about.

Nothing really bothers me in life except these little bastards. There like the crack heads of wildlife. More so than wasps. They strut about ready to go off on one with no reason.

I hate the buggers.

Lenght? About 3 foot tall and 4 wide.
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Sun 27 Apr 2008, 8:34, Reply)