Bill, The Destroyer of Waterfowl
Attended a Beltane get-together Sunday. We're not pagan, but as more liberal-minded Christians have no trouble with other forms of worship, and figured it wouldn't be a bad thing to expose K too. The schedule got pushed back a bit, and so our hosts never got to the bonfire and ritual before we had to leave and get the kidlets in bed.
Interesting experience, though. I got attacked by a goose - a pair of geese, actually, but only one was really put out by my presence - who decided to pursue me even though I backed out of his space. It was like being attacked by a ball peen hammer with jaws: I have a pretty good bruise on the inside of my thigh just above the knee where he latched on. Granted, I provoked him; I know a goose warning sign when I see one, but it was just that kind of day.
I'm backing away, and he's punching me in the shins and knees, got me a good bite on the hand and thigh. So, by way of establishing how the relationship was going to be from now on, I kicked him in the head. Just hard enough to interrupt him: he got the message and backed off.
Interesting experience, though. I got attacked by a goose - a pair of geese, actually, but only one was really put out by my presence - who decided to pursue me even though I backed out of his space. It was like being attacked by a ball peen hammer with jaws: I have a pretty good bruise on the inside of my thigh just above the knee where he latched on. Granted, I provoked him; I know a goose warning sign when I see one, but it was just that kind of day.
I'm backing away, and he's punching me in the shins and knees, got me a good bite on the hand and thigh. So, by way of establishing how the relationship was going to be from now on, I kicked him in the head. Just hard enough to interrupt him: he got the message and backed off.
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What an ironic experience.