Karen's Quilt
It's once again approaching goose nesting season and as always this time of year, the work parking lot becomes a dangerous place. A few days ago I moved my car down a half dozen spaces because a pair of geese decided to nest in the small wedge of grass between the lot and the edge of the underground garage near my space. When I pulled out of the new space yesterday the male goose was standing right in the middle of the lane out. I eased up towards him, thinking he'd move as the car got closer. He moved...right at me. He came right at the car until I could no longer see him over the hood. I slowly backed up with his trailing until I got far enough away that he went back to where he was stationed before. I decided to go to the far left of the lane around him. Again he came at my car, squawking. I had to back off and then go way over to the other edge of the lot to get past him.
Since I am one of the last people in (I start at 9am) and I have this weird quirk that I like to be able to look out my fifth floor window and see my car, I don't have a whole lot of choices of where to park. All the best goose avoidance spots are taken by the time I get in. I may have to start ducking through the garage to avoid a face to face confrontation with the goose. If he'll attack my car, he'd think nothing of doing me bodily harm.
Gives a whole new meaning to the game duck, duck, goose. You should ask for hazard pay. :)