I am SOOO done with Canada Geese. (Just so you know, that IS their real name. Early in our marriage Nate made sure that I knew that they are NOT Canadian Geese. They are Canada Geese.) The picture below is a typical scene outside our apartment window. Many of you are thinking, "Cute!" or "Fun!" And it was. Until about the 500th time they congregated in front of our apartment and hissed at me when I tried to get to my front door. They open their little mouths and this repulsive pink tongue hisses at me just like a snake would do. And then they run at me...I guess they think I want to kidnap their precious goslings. I counted 51 of them in a small area of our apartment complex the other day. And they leave messes all over the sidewalk. This especially becomes an issue when you have a toddler who scoots his bike along the above mentioned sidewalks and has learned to go around the poop but inevitably runs over some. And we aren't allowed to leave his bike outside. So it comes in the house. Gross. Needless to say, I am excited to move.
Disclaimer: we ARE a bird loving family. But there is a line. And the geese have crossed that line and pooped all over it. But don't worry, Jansen still loves them.