I had to put the passenger-side window down, and maneuver myself into the passenger seat in order to film the show. I shivered, I think from excitement (It could have been the cold). The geese were a noisy bunch, everyone talking over everyone else! As they landed, they seemed to be discussing exactly where to look for the best smorgasbord of corn kernels, "I think we should head out in this direction!" squawked the lead male, heading off to my right.
But no one stopped for very long to eat contentedly. The manure that was recently spread on this field was likely low on corn. "What does this farmer feed to his cows, anyway?!" Many of the geese were grumbling. They just kept moving along, searching the ground but not finding much. Then I heard one of them suggest that the farmer must have served his cows quinoa. There was a lot of laughter. But the lead male (who was no longer in the lead) snapped, "Shut up!"
And from there it was all downhill.
No one was happy.
I wondered if the show was almost over.
I was shivering now and it was definitely from the cold.
I sensed that the small group of Lucy-Gooseys had had enough. "Why on earth he brought us here, I don't know," one of them shouted to the others, and just like that, they rose into the air, leaving.
My twenty-minute show was over!
I put the window up and drove home.
Ready to blog.