While driving today I noitced about 10,000 Canda geese at one of the playa lakes on 82nd Street. It was wing to wing with geese at the edge of the playa and there was almost not enough swimming room in the lake. I couldn't resist and had to stop, get out and see them up close and personal. Once I got out I noticed that deer corn had been dumped right by the street. I filled up the pockets in my hoodie and headed for the geese. I no time I was surrounded by ducks, with the geese being much more cautious. The more deer corn I threw the more comfortable we all became.
I realized they are kind of like some children. They won't have anything to do with you unless feeding them, or with kids buying them things and giving them gifts. The geese (and children) don't realize that all we would like in return is a little thanks--a touch of one of their soft feathers or just a little more time spent with them.
I got back in my car put the top down and let the wind blow on my face--Goose therapy--hmm--I think I will go back for some more tomorrow.
