There are big birds across the street! When my brother, sister, and I were younger, we would ask our dad-cat if we could go hunt them. He told us that they were too big for us to hunt, even if we all worked together and hunted as a pack. I bet they would be tasty if I ever could get one, though! Mommy and Daddy wouldn't approve, although I'm much more of a catch-and-release hunter than a hunter for real.
Right now, they are starting to have baby geese. I see the little ones sometimes in the marsh next to our yard, because there's one family of geese that lives there. They make a very strange sound, and sometimes I surprise them when I'm hunting mice next to the edge of the marsh. HONK! Baby honks!
Here's a picture of the gathering across the street. Every day around noon, three or four flocks of them go to eat a few yards away. A lady feeds them there! Then the flocks settle down where this picture is, all of them together, and nap for a while!
