Attack of the Killer Geese!

On a pleasant Saturday evening in July my mother and I took Sam to a lake near her house in Massachusetts. I introduced Sam to the joy of throwing rocks in water and he has loved doing that ever since. For the rest of the summer, whenever he's picked up a rock or sees a rock he automatically says "water" and looks around for water to throw it into. He's hooked!

  

The fine art of rock selection...

 

 

We were having a good time, and I thought it would be even more fun once these geese swam up to say hi. 

I was wrong! These geese were not there to say hi. They were there to harass us and make us go away, which they succeeded in doing. They literally narrowed their evil little eyes at us and hissed threateningly and followed us around for a few minutes. I didn't put Sam down and he was so mad that I'd taken him away from the rocks and water. Everyone in the otherwise peaceful, quiet park heard his screams. But at least they weren't screams that came as a result of being the victim of a goose attack. Although in a way, they were. Dang geese! I wish they'd been cute quacking ducks instead. I'm glad that geese fly south for the winter--good riddance!