Geese is, are, an interesting lot. While I ain't never seen one golf, I know they like golf courses. Wiki, or AI, or Beetlejuice, SOMEBODY tells me they flock there because of short grass for grazing... water for safety... clear views... and....... they do (do) damage. Droppings, aggressive behavior (Youtube golf geese attacks just for fun sometime)..
We had a pair that decided to lay their eggs on the White tees of the 18th hole teebox. You couldn't get within fitty feet of them without HONK HONK, CHASE CHASE, FLAP FLAP WINGS, "Go to L Ernie El, you ain't teeing off here." So, we didn't.
Their little 'tootsie rolls' make putting more like a miniature golf course what with the obstacles and all. Ya don't dare take your putter and scootch 'em outta the way ("Damn, that one was fresh.") Some courses put up wooden or metal coyotes to run 'em off.. Works some I guess.
They habitually pick a spot to graze, chomp that's in a direct line between the teebox and the green. AIN'T YOU NEVER SEEN ME HIT BEFORE? AT LEAST ONE IN FIVE IS A WORM BURNER......... SCRAM!
I ain't never got one that way - but, sadly, band camp, I worked at the airport, East-West road (the worst kind in Winter).. it was freezing drizzle, slow but go and don't dare tap or stomp on the brakes... I didn't have a minute to spare.. One came a walkin' across the road North to South.. (They're Canadians, WHY don't they stay North.. .anyways, he was walking across the road, the hood of my Pinto Station wagon sat maybe a foot and a half above the pavement... I saw him... I wasn't stopping, braking, going in a ditch due to him. It wasn't perty, and that long ole neck kinda splatted on my hood. Sorry, didn't do it on purpose.
In answer to the first question... Google tells me yes, folks in the UK and parts of Europe still chow down on geese for Christmas. Not so much in the US, turkey cheaper, ham too. Maybe the tariffs, hell I dunno.
Friday, December 19th. Amazon Prime memberships SKYROCKET this time of year because...... of men. We start shopping late.. reach the "Oh no, It'll never get here in time, Prime it is."
In keeping with the theme of my blogs never making sense (Geese... Prime).. I'll share, I usedto lovingly sing, tease, at Christmas, our two boys (one biological, one step) with the song "We wish you weren't here at Christmas, we wish you weren't here at Christmas."
Yes, we are no longer blessed with the biological son on this Earth.. but I still think I woulda sang it because... he/they knew I was teasing.... he/they always giggled (at least the first few years, then they just rolled their eyes).. That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I liked it, or tried anyways.... fun. Sure there's a time to be serious.... like mebbe right now......
I never ever knew what to say to someone who'd lost a child. Not sure I really still do, but, from my smelly feet this much I know.. I've been there... I know how difficult it is to find the right words, and there ain't really sucha thing. Just know this, we know it's difficult. So anything, from nothing at all, to almost anything, main thing, we're aware you're aware and that all that matters... it affords us that mode to look, see our kiddo, the smiles, the birth, the crawling, the walking, this park, that park, first day of schools, parent teacher conferences, trying our best to feed, raise, clothe, teach, model - and that's all happy stuff. Bring 'em back alive, even for a short. Nutherwords, don't sweat it, just that we're aware you're aware is ... and again, 'nothing' works as well because we've been in your shoes and we pray you'll never be in ours.
Christmas doesn't stop. Christmas is color and bright lights. In our case, grands. I sooooooooooooo love the holiday because so much good comes of it....sure it's too commercial... but heck, it's ok to spoil all rugrats on one specific day. The excitement, the eats, the sibs, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, newborns (yum!), the OG's that are a little slower every year, but, gain appreciation for every extra mile we get.
While it may seem it takes forever to get here.... too, it's in the rear view mirror all too frequently.
That time.
That time to be around loved ones. Hustle, bustle, spend, save, spend, hustle, worry, fret, whew.. It finally comes. It goes too quick, but, we get, That time.
Special it is.
We yust go nuts at Chritmas. Nuts over family, little ones, big'ns, old ones, hounds, cats, hamsters I guess...
Stop. Look. Listen. Love.
Fleeting life is we learn. That's why we really need to take that moment to stop. Look. Listen. Love
Merry Christas, love, Victurd
No comments:
Post a Comment