The Reason

we say, 'the ice is going out,' is because that is what it does. It goes out from the shoreline. In the new watery space, are the Canada geese. This morning, I was entertained by the ballet of the neck. This, and the vocalization, is what conveys the desire, the intent, and the seriousness of the communication. It isn't pretty and it isn't playing nice. It is informative, and lacks nothing in aggression, nor subtlety. 'My mate,' and 'My nesting space,' were the main topics this morning. Is it all taken like the proverbial water running off the back? Hardly. When the neck positioning and the squawking fail, the real fighting begins. I rather doubt that geese have much by way of teeth, but you wouldn't know this by watching an open mouth attack on another's neck or anything else...wings, butt, or back.

Which only brings me to the self-examination of my own Canada geese gene. After all, what is Lent for?