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“I was attacked by a Canada Goose” said a text from my middle sister. “The coat or the animal?” I quickly wrote, eager to find out if my sister was strong-armed by a sales person trying to pawn one of the jackets before the season ended. Most people can’t even afford the “down” payment on those coats. “The animal” she replied with tears in her eyes (I’m guessing). I proceeded to laugh for at least ten minutes, somewhat hysterically, before picking up the phone and pleading with her, in between giggle fits, to give me the complete honk by honk, oops, I mean blow by blow. The more she spoke, the more I howled with laughter. Cheer up Eeyore, it was bound to happen to one of us.
Now before you have a “bird” on me, I did make sure that she was alright in between my laughing fits. When I spoke to her this morning, she told me to have a “gander” at videos of goose attacks. The attack happened to her when she was innocently trying to use an ATM in downtown Oakville. That’s what you get for “nesting” in the suburbs. She turned her back, and her “goose was cooked”. The bird bit her back with it’s toothless beak, twisting, but causing no damage. It attacked again, flapping it’s wings at her head, causing a migraine, but luckily no “goose egg” on her noggin. Surprisingly, even though it was a Canada Goose, it wasn’t polite enough to give her a sorry. I wonder if the “Portugeese” are the nicer ones?
I’m not sure if there was a gosling close by, but my sister is an animal lover, even feeling sorry enough for the birds to eschew down products. Now, it’s a different story – she thinks that those “birdbrains” belong in a coat, pillow or duvet. The attack really came out of nowhere. The only advice that I could give her for next time was to “duck” or blow her nose at the bird. I always did say that it sounded like a mating call for a goose when she blows her nose. If you are chased by a goose, you can always “wing it” depending on the direction of the attack “beak-cause” it can be difficult to judge what’s going to make them “fly off the handle”. Maybe just tell it to “flock off”?
My sister really isn’t a “chicken” and so maybe I should give it a nest, I mean rest already. I apologize to you all, my faithful readers, if you found this post a little “fowl”. Maybe I’ll get my sister a little gift for letting me write about her ordeal – nah, I’m too “cheep”. I’m off for some bedtime reading, “Mother Goose” anyone?