Meet Dizzy. As in Gillespie. She was named by the lovely Ivory of Flat Belly Pilates, and I tried to pick the duck with the poofiest cheeks.
You know, we got the geese with the intention of their becoming the enforcers of this little feathered mafia. Many people we've chatted with have childhood horror stories involving aggressive geese, and this breed (Chinese Weeders) are supposed to be particularly territorial. We figured that when random visitors show up (like bobcats, foxes, and the Fuller brush guy), the geese will run at them and scare them away.
In practice, thus far, the geese are absurdly friendly and will happily come over and try to nibble shoelaces and any bits of grass you hold out for them. (They act like it's a huge treat. As if they don't spend ALL DAY on the lawn.) However, today while I was out trying to take pictures of wee Dizzy up there, once they realized who I was focusing on they worked very hard to get between me and her, and eventually settled down on either side of her, pinning her between their big goosey butts.
