If you don't think there is a difference there is a HUGE difference. Ducks are so cute and sweet and quack around minding their own business. Geese see you have food and it's like WWIII. I was scared for my life.
First there were a couple...and then a couple more...and then they snuck up from behind and tried to steal the bag of bread I had set by my leg...and then more came. And then the fighting started. HONK HONK HONK....head down, hissing, chasing each other around. Now I realized why I saw 3 geese with busted wings.
So here we are...surrounded by like 20 geese. And what does P want to do? Oh you know...pet them. What do they want to do? Eat our bread and then us. So I did what any normal person would do...
I kid. I kid. Although did you see my license plate when I lived in Virginia?
Ok, I wish I had thought of that. Hilarious.
We (or I) tossed these crazed birds the bread as fast as I could and as far away as I could since they were literally not scared of us at all and were trying to take it out of my hand. All while I tried to contain P who was hellbent on touching her new feathered friends. Out of all the birds in the park there was one duck who didn't have a chance in hell at getting a piece of bread. So...that was an interesting trip to the park. I don't know if we will try that again. Although Ms. P thought it was the coolest thing ever and babbled to the geese the entire time!
That thing was contemplating eating her hand.
Probably telling the goose to eat me instead.
What's that? Her new favorite words.
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