Look its Stewart, too
It's not like I'm afraid of birds. I don't necessarily like them but they can be pretty to look at, that is until they decide to track you down like a Serengeti panther hunting a caribou. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. It all started out innocently enough, the day was sunny and warm and little did I know we know the avian evil come. As we drove to have what I believed to be a delightful breakfast with friends, a gaggle (or should I say gang) of geese came walking across the road. They sauntered across (reminding me of a children's rendition of West side story) confident in their knowledge, they owned the road. It was innocent enough until they all stopped, like the rehearsed it, and turned to stare at us. Scary, you bet, like a Stephen King movie, scary. I yelled, turn around and floor it. The geese from hell are gonna get us. My friends and I laughing till we thought we would pee. We decided to name the head goose Stewart. The birds in ...