Canada-- where even nature abhors a skateboarder.
It’s not a Canadian Goose…it’s a Canada Goose. But aside from that, he’s lucky he was just hit by accident. My daughter used to walk to work past a pond where several goose families were raising their young…those critters get very, very aggressive.
kittenblue, you beat me to it. A canadian goose would, I guess, carry a canadian passport, wear a toque, and grumble about how Montreal always trades away its best hockey talent. But a Canada goose…
Well, wait, it’s a Winnipeg goose, so I guess we’re wrong. Never mind. Carry on.
Only bird scarier than a big pissed off Canada goose (by the way, did you know there are more than 22 varieties of Canada goose) is a big pissed off swan. Or even a mildly grumpy swan. Swans scare the crap out of me.
Does anyone else see the irony of a pair of 'Murricans pointing out the correct name of a goose to a died-in-the-wool Canuck 
I am obviously not a bird watcher.
Not all Canadian birds are evil, their seagulls appear to be pretty helpful…
Well, you’re talking to a girl whose father is practically in bed with the Canadian Fish and Wildlife service.
My dad was something like #3 in North America for number of goose bands recorded. There was a big multi-national survey of goose bands a coupla years ago, as they were trying to track where flocks in certain areas of the arctic circle ended up in which parts of the U.S. when they migrated.
My dad lives on the central flyway, and as an artist with a flexible schedule, he can keep an eye on landing flocks all day. Hence his success. As a volunteer he was recording more bands than some researchers working on government grants.
One night he was dressed in a tux for an art museum function, and before leaving he took his spotting scope outside to get a closer look at some far-off birds. My mom snapped his photo as he was bending over in his tux to look through the scope. They sent this photo up to the guys in Saskatoon with a note that this was how Americans like to birdwatch – and that proper clothing was the key to goose band recording.
I believe they sent a fairly disgusting drawing back of my dad, naked, bent over the… well, that’s another story. But anyway, the point of this is, I can bore the pants off ANYONE with goose stories. And this is why I would never call a Canada goose a Canadian goose unless I saw its drivers’ license.
There are no less than eight “goose crossing” signs within a mile of my house, and the damn things are everywhere. The goslings are so cute right now…and since I am on the south shore of Lake Erie, I am only a few miles from Canada anyhow.
Cranky, that’s more than a little disturbing 