Another goose story: this time with theories!1:33 p.m. - 2004-03-31
This is Microsoft Word™’s last shot. You’d better not screw up, bubba.
Anyway, this entry is (of course) about geese. Because I have a very limited list of topics, and it’s been a few days since I have. Talked about geese, that is.
So, you’ve read the Midwich Cuckoos, right? I haven’t read it since I was probably 11 or 12, but I remember the general storyline. Weird fog thing (If I’m wrong on the specifics, well… sorry), all the women in Midwich become pregnant. They all give birth to odd blonde children with glowing green eyes. All the children are sort of odd and formal, and they can read minds. Creepy creepy. I may not have finished it—I can’t remember what happens at the end.
Anyway, the geese on campus are nothing like that. I was walking to class, and I thought that the geese were like the children, but not so much. As far as I know, a whole town of women did not become pregnant with geese that now live on campus (the geese, not the women). Also, I don’t think they can read minds (and if they can, well, now they won’t realize that I’m on to their ee-vil scheme). However, they are sort of odd and formal. And that is the only reason that I thought of the Midwich Cuckoos. Moving on.
Today, I was walking over to BH (where I am typing right now, thanks so much), and there was a goose, just standing on one of the low cement walls in front of CH. It looked at me. I looked at it. I looked at my watch latch, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. It continued staring at me, rather placidly. It just kept on standing there, and staring at me. I was standing there for probably a minute, until I realized I was just being stupid and that there was nothing wrong with the latch on my watch. It stood there calmly the entire time, never moving, just kind of looking around and watching me. Finally, I walked away. The geese stayed on the cement wall, and is possibly still there, although I can’t really tell.
This is somewhat atypical behavior from a goose, in my experience. When I went to parks as a kid, if there were geese there, it was better to keep some distance, as they tended to chase. Also, being “goosed”. I always thought that derived from the behavior of geese… you know, they’d bite you on the ass if you weren’t fast enough.
So, I have derived 3 theories for this behavior:
1. Canadian geese are more dignified than normal geese. I’ve only seen Canadian geese on campus.
2. Clark Hall has some sort of geese-behavior-altering beam broadcasted from it. This is the second time I’ve had odd experiences with geese at CH.
3. There is goose that hangs around that entrance of CH, who is just odd. Perhaps he was raised in an enviroment with people. Like that movie, Fly, or whatever, that came out sometime in the nineties? Or, perhaps he is simply a prince (why not) who was transformed into a goose by an evil spell, or chromosone changing procedure by an evil scientist, or such. (I don’t actually know the sex of the goose. So: she, princess also possible).
Alright MS Word. Prove me wrong.
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