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| There must a universal crazy goose theme to merit a bronze statuette. |
This is a crazy goose story. Apparently there are many of these stories around the world, which scares me a little. Geese are universally crazy.
My brother Don was driving the tractor from one field down the road to
our house. As he passed Neighbor Jim’s field, he saw a drama
developing. Turning off the tractor, Don watched.
The field was spotted with grazing cows and a bull. This bull was quite full of himself, with all those breeding cows.
Also in the field was a Canadian goose, injured with a shotgun pellet in
its wing. Not a serious injury, it could still fly across the field,
but not all the way to South America. At least for a few weeks when
another “V” of geese flew overhead, crazy goose found shelter with the
herd.
One thing about geese is that they eat grain, corn, and its relatives in
any form they find it. Cow patties are full of partially digesting
grains, so the crazy goose followed the cows around and happily filled
up on what was literally left behind.
The bull was offended. He chased the goose away from his cows, strutting in triumph. This happened again and again. Crazy goose clearly had to do something.
The bull was offended. He chased the goose away from his cows, strutting in triumph. This happened again and again. Crazy goose clearly had to do something.
As the bull grazed, crazy goose waddled up behind the bull. Going
between the hind legs, crazy goose positioned itself beneath the bull’s
reason for living: the testicles. With a well-placed nip, crazy goose
hit those testicles with great accuracy.
The bull bellowed, reared and jumped, while crazy goose flew to the end of the field.
Gaining his composure, the bull settled down. Crazy goose moved in for
another strike. This went on for a good thirty minutes.
After numerous successful hits, crazy goose ventured up to a warm cow
patty, finding some corn right on top. The bull snorted and moved a
good distance away from crazy goose.
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| Just for interest.... |
