I talk to the geese………

Posted on May 15, 2019 by pensitivity101

and swear they listen to me!

I guess people have already cottoned on that I’m a little strange in that I greet the birds, bees and other creatures with Hello Mr Blackbird/Sparrow/Wren /Robin/Bee/Butterfly etc, so to find me chatting away to the geese isn’t unusual.

As I said a couple of posts ago, talking to them has let me get close to their young to take photographs, and I’ve already mentioned the welcoming committee of two mallards when we enter the park.
The notice says not to feed the geese, though there is nothing about feeding the ducks, so if a goose gets a share of bread or seed, I don’t actually see it as my fault. We have seen some pensioners on their mobility scooters greeted by geese, one so cheeky that it actually got on the scooter and started ferreting around in her bag!
I am getting so tempted to try and touch them, but don’t fancy getting a broken arm in the process which is what holds me back, but the adults come so close sometimes, I know I will one day.

I’ve already been nudged from behind by one a few days ago

and yesterday experienced a similar encounter
I have no idea if this is the same goose, but he was taking an awful lot of interest in my pocket!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to I talk to the geese………

  1. Keith's Ramblings says:
    May 15, 2019 at 11:11 am

    I tried talking to a swan once. It got in a bit of a flap, literally! I’ve never run so fast!

    • pensitivity101 says:
      May 15, 2019 at 4:42 pm

      There might have been young near by Keith. They are quite intimidating when they stand at their tallest with their wings spread out.
      My niece tried to get one to ‘sit’ before she gave it some bread. It wasn’t impressed. Unlike on the marina, we don’t have swans here to watch.

  2. scifihammy says:
    May 15, 2019 at 11:31 am

    You are the Goose Whisperer! 😀

  3. faithfullyyours2017 says:
    May 15, 2019 at 12:35 pm

    hi nice to know that you talk to the birds and the butterflies…. I too talk to the butterflies and they actually listen to me when i tell me to go out of the room at times….since my mom gets scared of them…. i have to chase them out of our room…

  4. colinandray says:
    May 15, 2019 at 1:42 pm

    I really do not understand the mentality that supports talking to birds. I’ve talked to Ray about it and he agrees with me. 🙂

  5. Sadje says:
    May 15, 2019 at 2:20 pm

    A female Dr Doolittle!

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  7. BarbCT says:
    May 17, 2019 at 9:02 pm

    I used to live in Wichita, Kansas and the complex I lived in had a private lake. There were lots of geese and ducks there. I really enjoyed seeing all the new ducklings and goslings in the spring. I, too, fed them all a lot. I kid you not when I say that after a while they recognized my car and would come flapping or running towards me when I came home, but only on my days off because I worked third shift.

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