I used to cook at a restaurant that specialized in game fowl, so we had a wide selection of different poultry and (when in season) wild game to compare. The domestic goose was always at the bottom of almost everyone’s scale. I’d rather eat a grackle than a goose. They make great eggs, though.
They shit on every damn thing, even somehow on the undersides of benches and in a neat pattern on a grassy slope that causes you to slide right down into the pond that has been so thoroughly polluted by goose droppings that everything except the frogs have given up and died. They are so…fucking…awful! I hate them more than pigeons, and I hate pigeons almost as much as I hate The United Way.
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