The House of Peevish backs onto conservation land here in Suburbiaville. The conservation land is actually designated “a park”, but in truth, it’s watershed land. It is full of trails and deer and other wildlife, and there’s quite a bit of streaminess and pondiness contained therein. So, having this to look at everyday… It’s a nice place to live, one must admit.
However, it is coming on spring, and so some of the local fauna has become a bit boisterous of late. It happens. Birds return and start calling, raccoons start tipping garbage cans, and the geese come back and party.
We live in Canada. Ergo, the geese are not just Canadian, but they are Canada Geese. And in Canada, they are given carte blanche to do whatever they please. They stop traffic by standing in the road, they take over people’s lawns, and they’re generally like the party guest at an office party who won’t leave and you can’t throw him out because he’s the boss. They’re certifiably nuts, and we love them for it.
Yesterday, That Baby and I went out for a walk. It was FIFTEEN DEGREES here — FIFTEEN! AND SUNNY! — so we walked for about an hour and a half. We went all over our little corner of Suburbiaville, me listening to BBC podcasts and Stinkerbelle snoozing happily in the sun. And to finish our walk, we did a tour of the newer portion of our housing development. We live on a hill, so touring there is an up-and-down walk that gives me a good workout just before we head into our section and back up our hill towards home. The houses are much like ours, 3-storey old-fashioned-styled homes, but newer — so I like to check ’em out. (Not like we can afford to move or anything, but you know. I am always dream-home shopping.)
As we were walking towards home, I heard some geese. Pretty LOUD geese, too. I figured, with that volume and urgency, they were flying overhead. I looked into the blue sky, but saw nothing. Must have been in the conservation behind the houses, then. So we walked on a little more. The geese got louder. I thought maybe they were in a yard, or on the boulevard, or even crossing the road. Nope.
THEY WERE ON THE ROOF OF A HOUSE.
Geese. On the peak of a roof of a house. In a row. Like pigeons.
Now there’s something you don’t see every day.
And they were up there, honking for all they’re worth. As if to say, “WOOOHOOO! Lookit ME! I’m a PIGEON — get it? NO! NO! WAIT!…. I’m a ROBIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
So, I got home, and came inside. I chatted with BDH, and started to tell him my story. “OMG!” he interrupted. “Ted saw the EXACT SAME THING YESTERDAY!!”
So, this is what geese are doing this year? Sitting on top of homes? Doing impersonations? Goose humour?
Well, alrighty then. Who am I to judge what geese do in their spare time? But I swear to you, if I look out the window one day and they’re up in trees? We are SO moving.