The Impossible Goose Charmer and Me
by » Carolyn Jepson
Geese hate me. I mean, really. I am despised. I rowed for the crew team in college, and every morning we were on the water as soon as the sun came up. One particular morning, I was walking to practice, enjoying my daily pop-tart (raspberry frosted) when a hissing Canadian goose [...]
Geese hate me. I mean, really. I am despised. I rowed for the crew team in college, and every morning we were on the water as soon as the sun came up. One particular morning, I was walking to practice, enjoying my daily pop-tart (raspberry frosted) when a hissing Canadian goose [...]
