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geese crossing
Years ago… let me just count, eight years in Toronto, and before that four years in B.C.; so probably eleven years ago, I opened my front door and found a flock of about eight Canada geese in my yard. They turned, as one, to look at me, then turned away and walked, no walked is the wrong word, they strolled away up the road. As cool as zamboni polished ice.
Now the internet tells me that a Canada goose can fly 1,500 miles in a single day, and seeing as we’re talking Canada, that should really be 2414.016 kilometers. But these birds were in no rush, they were far too classy to wing it. So they strolled unhurriedly out of my grassy yard, up the road and out of sight. I’m telling you all it needed was the George Baker Selection playing Little Green Bag and we’d have had the opening scene of Reservoir Dogs, the Canadian cut. Only then the ‘Nice Guy’ Eddie, Chris Penn-goose, would have had to be wearing blue.
Many Canadians have far better nature stories, stories about finding bears in their hot tubs, or a Moose who watches their TV, but this was my first. I don’t know where those geese ended up, could be some of the very same geese in this picture, they must have picked up some friends along the way.
Happy Canada Day.
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