I work in one of those business parks, the kind where they try to make up for
overdeveloping a commun ity by making it look like you could play golf on it.
And Spring has truly come back to Buffalo, bringing with it the geese. Scads
of Canada geese, dropping their calling cards everywhere and generally
misbehaving.

We have this truly rude goose near my office. This little Christmas recipe
waiting to happen cusses at me every day when I get off the bus and walk the
two blocks or so to the building. No, this isn't too off-topic, I don't
think; the little so-and-so hisses just like a mad cat! He or she--it seems
difficult to tell with Canada geese--will contort its neck into unusual
angles and not just honk, but hiss and flap his wings. He hasn't come right
out and attacked, but has done this wing-flapping dance and a couple of quick
steps at me, like he's testing me. he's also hung around my chiropractor's
office, which is just across the street, and cusses out all and sundry there.

I think I need to look for new work. Not just the job but the whole
neighborhood's getting too hostile for my liking.

Blessed be,
Baha