perhaps a concrete geese world tour?
We don’t have geese, but one guy has bears. About 10 of them. Most are about a foot high on all fours, but Momma Bear is about 6’ on her hind legs! Summers, they have cookouts, with the cubs in a plastic wading pool, on tricycles, etc, and Momma standing behind a grill holding a spatula, etc. Man is seriously weird…
This is definitely not as restricted as you think. I live in the midwest and have seen these in many towns; they are ubiquitous in my own area. I have seen them dressed in more outfits than I could begin to describe, from slickers and rain hats (in the spring) to perky sun dresses and hats (summer) to football jerseys (fall) and full-fledged parkas, scarves, and toboggan hats (winter). In addition to the weather/seasonal, there are also holiday themes, and I have seen geese undercover dressed as rabbits (Easter), Uncle Sam (patriotic holidays), jack-o-lanterns (Halloween), turkeys and pilgrims (Thanksgiving), and so on, including team jerseys and pennants during football season. First time I saw the cardinal outfit it puzzled me for a minute until I figured it out, but I didn’t quite think of Lucifer - KimKatt, ROTFLMAO! My personal favorite was one that I saw dressed as a ghost at Halloween - it must have been made from a pillow case, and it looked just like Charlie Brown in the animated special, with the two big black ovals for eyes. It was extremely well fitted and just looked funny as heck!
Most common, though, are just the outfits in various colors and patterns. And yes, the going price is $45-$75 dollars; hard to believe. They probably contain a dollar’s worth of material and would take a sewing-inclined person anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour to make, depending on the complexity (and how many accessories). They are usually seen on doorsteps/porches, but I have also seen them out in the yard, and sometimes not one but two of them. Once in a while when you see an unusually creative one, like the ghost, it’s good for a smile, but I can’t imagine wanting to look at it for more than a couple days, let alone year-round. Obviously the fun for the owner is mainly in dressing them up in the outfits like Barbie Fowl. I drive by one every day that I swear wears at least two different outfits a week. Not my cup of tea [shrug], but harmless enough, I suppose, and if it keeps the dotty old ladies off the streets, I guess it can’t be all bad.
Horrifying true life story: A few years ago, my brother, an intelligent, tasteful, and extremely reserved person, bought his first house. The home’s current residents had a goose on the front porch, and my brother make a joking remark about being disappointed that it wasn’t staying with the house. Little did he know that my a-bit-too-serious family would take him at his word, and when he moved in, two of my sisters GAVE HIM A GOOSE OF HIS OWN. (I was living out of state at the time and knew nothing of this scheme; otherwise I would have quickly intervened on his behalf and stopped this cockamamie idea before it got legs.) They presented it to him with much fanfare and pride, and he, being a basically kind and polite person - well, what could he do? He posed for pictures with it on his front steps, smiling bravely, and somehow made peace with the idea that he was now a man going through life with a concrete goose on his porch. (When telling me of this presentation later, my mother made a rather nervous comment to the effect that he had seemed a little taken aback by the gift, and asked me in a hand-wringing tone, “Do you think he was just kidding about wanting one?”) When he got married a couple years later and they moved to another house, he campaigned mightily for leaving the goose at the old house as an added bonus for its new residents, but his wife would not hear of it, and so the goose made the long trek across state lines to their new home. (In fact, we drove up to help out on moving day and it actually made the journey in our truck, which was my only goose close-encounter so far). So there he is, lord help him, with a concrete goose still perched on his porch - and you know, those things are durable enough that it may well outlast him. I’m thinking it would make a lovely grave ornament when the time comes; maybe we could put a black arm band and a veil on it. 
BTW, one of his desperate attempts to cope with this unexpected acquisition was to decide, after the first few weeks, that at least he would not submit to living with “Lucy Goosie”, as his sisters (not me!) were calling it, and he declared that his goose was a male and its name was Bob. One time when we came to their house while they were away, they left a note on the door saying they had left the key “with Bob”. His wife later said she thought that was crazy and we wouldn’t know what he meant, but we did not hesitate to walk straight to the goose, tip him over, and pick up the door key.
Here’s a link with some photos of actual geese dressed in several outfits, for those of you who claim you’ve honestly never seen one.
You’ve been to my mother’s house then?
Not exactly, but she does dress it as a turkey. With the big feathers on the butt, all different colours. She dresses the other one in a pumpkin suit (keep in mind that Thanksgiving is before Hallowe’en here).
Cygnus, are you sure you don’t live down the street from Mom? Great post 
Oh, and by the way, one of the neighbours I had at my last house dressed theirs as a penguin for the winter.
I have several of these things on my mail route. Two of them are currently sporting leather jackets with Harley emblems, and bandanas. (Did I mention it’s not the most upscale neighborhood?)