I took a new route yesterday to accommodate the 28 minutes of week 8, and clearly rudely interrupted a goose’s evening snooze. In honking, flapping indignant rage, he emerged out from under the willows and took flight, neck as long and as straight as an arrow, wings beating, honking furiously with hatred in his beady eyes.
I, of course, did what any sane, rational adult human would do: screamed and broke into a sprint. As I charged past the farmyard from whence he came, the homeowner shouted, ‘don’t worry he’s friendly!’.
I beg to differ.
Although he did help me run a 5 minute kilometre. 😄