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Post by cefil on Nov 9, 2008 12:43:02 GMT -6
They're heeeere:  Can the poop patrol be far behind? cefil |
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Post by biggordie on Nov 9, 2008 13:32:41 GMT -6
Unfortunately, you guys only get the ones from the colder areas of Canada, on their way even farther south. We here in Lotus Land, get to enjoy their presence year round, which is why the shores of all of our lakes within city boundaries are about three inches deep in Canada Geese doo-doo - and, of course, it's illegal to shoot them in the city.
So you go to the lake or the pond in the summertime, and sit at a picnic table about a half a mile from the lake, and hope that the wind is blowing the right way. There are proposals, from time to time, to thin out the flocks, which are permanently resident and growing each year, and use the meat to feed the needy,; but these proposals, unlike the geese, are always shot down.
Personally, I think that there is little more beautiful in life than watching a few Vees of Canada Geese winging their way to wherever - Chile or Argentina, or other - especially againt a brilliant sunset, and I always feel a pang of pride when I see them.
Not the same feeling as when I slip in their lake-side crap........................
Gordie
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Post by clw on Nov 9, 2008 15:32:59 GMT -6
When I flew into Pierre last Christmas, I was amazed at their numbers. They were all over town! Fascinating and beautiful to a vacationist like me, but then I was in a truck, not slipping down the sidewalks with them. I can only imagine.
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Post by cefil on Nov 9, 2008 16:32:23 GMT -6
Ahh, Gordie, would that they were only passing through...But, as clw has correctly pointed out, thousands of the little darlings choose to stay the winter here in Pierre. Perhaps it's the sheltered confines of Hilger's Gulch; perhaps it's the (relatively) warm waters of Capitol Lake; perhaps it's the enticing blackness of the capitol dome (who can tell? after all, they're Canadians!) but for whatever reason, they come, they stay, they poop. The state has to send out poop patrols (riding lawnmowers converted to mechanized sweeping machines) a couple of times each day just to clear the sidewalks around the state buildings so that the business of the state doesn't come to a grinding poop-encrusted halt.
But sitting here by my fireplace, safe from those more noxious consequences of their visit, watching them take off and land en masse in the Missouri and on its shores...I have to admit, they're kinda purty...
cefil
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Post by BrokenSword on Nov 9, 2008 17:16:41 GMT -6
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Post by BrokenSword on Nov 9, 2008 19:01:35 GMT -6
Oh.... and someone needs to explain to them what bacon is. I'm sure Gordie already knows, but let's get real.
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Post by cefil on Nov 11, 2008 14:25:26 GMT -6
They've got us surrounded...  ...they're closing in...  ...and I think I hear finches on the roof! cefil |
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Post by clw on Nov 11, 2008 14:52:24 GMT -6
The Birds! On an allegorical level, the birds in the film are the physical embodiment and exteriorization of unleashed, disturbing, shattering forces that threaten all of humanity.
Especially finches.
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Post by "Hunk" Papa on Nov 11, 2008 17:32:49 GMT -6
The Birds! On an allegorical level, the birds in the film are the physical embodiment and exteriorization of unleashed, disturbing, shattering forces that threaten all of humanity. Especially finches.
Does that include the late Peter Finch? H |
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Post by biggordie on Nov 11, 2008 18:29:02 GMT -6
To paraphrase the description of Chickenman: "They're everywhere!! They're everywhere!!"
Gordie
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Post by crzhrs on Nov 18, 2008 8:29:47 GMT -6
At least the lawn will be fertilized!
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