Oh, believe me, I know. I was chased by a few as a kid. The official story is that they want bread, but I think it was just bloodlust.
(Continuing my meditation on following logical statements to an illogical conclusion.)
As I understand it, the management of migratory waterfowl is in the hands of the US government. The Feds imposed a ban (or restrictions?) on goose-hunting that (I guess) once made sense. Now the beasts refuse to migrate and are pests.
Time to bring back more hunting.
Canada geese aren’t endangered. It looks like one subspecies, which lives in the Aleutians, was on the endangered list, but was removed in 1990 due to increasing numbers.
I don’t fuck geese! I hate fucking them. The one time I tried-- pate all over the satin sheets.
AIUI, it’s not that they’re endangered - it’s simply that they, and many other nominally migratory birds are protected by the 1918 Migratory Bird Treaty Act. They’re Federally protected, but not endangered.
We get them in our parking lot during migration seasons. They are mean, noisy, attacking poop machines.
I go outside and chase them away with a broom.
You have to wrap them in duct tape so they don’t explode when you do.
They are developing plans to deport them as undocumented migrants.
At my old job we used to keep golf umbrellas by the door and escort clients out to their cars using it as a barrier when the geese claimed the parking lot as theirs. The one with the longest pokey thing was the most popular (just in case one got aggressive enough to take a jab at).
Fourteen trips to the pet store … I had to learn it the hard way.
My thought was that once they got the survivors onto their new flight(s), they all ought to be allowed sit in first class and dine on gourmet-chef-prepared roast goose dinners.
Canada geese and white tail deer are the two animals that I remember from my childhood as being “cute” and even worth pointing out, “Ooh, look, a deer” “Look, kids, a goose!” Now you can’t turn around without tripping over one or the other.
When I lived in Greenwich, CT, some years ago, there was a story in the paper about a guy who snapped and beat a goose to death with a golf club on a golf course where the all-pervasive shit – the geese’s, not the golfers’ – had ruined the greens. I remember it because while the act was universally deplored, only about half deplored the cruelty of it, while the other half deplored the inefficiency of a golf club as a means of geese dispatch.
My sister’s work building in Charlotte NC fronts on a beautiful small man-made lake. The grounds have become infested by aggressive geese that not only shit the place up, they literally chase the business guests across the parking lot. She (the manager), at the landlord’s request, asked repeatedly that employees not feed the geese. But some people still brought loaves of bread from home to feed them because they’re so cute!!. So now in her office, one of the work offenses for which you will be written up, is feeding the goddam geese.
Dogs. Your office should adopt some nice medium to large sized dogs that are allowed off leash to chase geese.
That’s what cleared up the problem here. There was a town pond used for swimming that was being made unusable by aggressive geese and their tons ‘o’ shit. They passed an exception to the leash law to allow people to take their dogs to the pond and let them run off leash, and urged the owners to encourage the dogs to chase geese.
Not that the dogs needed much urging. 
Damn the geese and their powerful lobby.
We have several small profitable companies in the area that use Border Collies to patrol parks and corporate grounds to keep the geese away.
Great rant Biggirl.
I love that scene. “Well, damn.” punt
(Technically it was the second episode, but the pilot wasn’t originally aired).
That was awesome. Here the guy is giving this friggin’ Klingon speech about cold-blooded revenge and crap, and Mal’s just like, “Right then, off you go” and SHLORMP No, this ain’t Star Trek.
I’ve heard it can be greasy.
Do it! Next time the office orders out - get some chicken! And maybe some pictures of adorable baby chicks.
Dead is dead. Does she think a slaughter house is any quicker or kinder? Being sucked into a jet engine sounds pretty instantaneous to me.
Geese have nothing on wild turkeys, those bastards are MEAN.
Too bad you couldn’t put down a giant glue board , let the bastards land on it, off 'em en masse and feed a few hungry people.
The person in the OP is off her rocker, uh now that I’m thinkin of it, Biggirl you don’t work with Curlcoat by chance, do you?
Amen.
Fucking. Geese.
That’s 4th on my list of things I Do Not Miss About Living In New York.