It was a dreary, rainy morning. As I drove my usual route to work rounding a familiar man-made lake in the suburbs, I must admit I was on autopilot; it was just another typical uneventful weekday.
Until I was startled to full alert when nearly run off the road by someone obviously not paying attention to the direction they were headed.
It wasn't a vehicle.
It wasn't a pedestrian.
It was a pair of Canada geese.
Just lifting off the lake, it was obvious they had miscued and were about to broadside my van for it was clear their escape path was far too low. At the last second they pushed on those great wings and rose to barely clear my car as I attempted, unsuccessfully in fact, to brake on the slippery street. I swear I heard their feathers brushing my roof as I sat in shock, heart pounding. I peered over my steering wheel to watch them safely depart into the misty grey clouds, oblivious to the woman stroking out below.
Thank the Geese Gods they had the power to avoid a collision... otherwise it would have been messy. And I don't mean the blood-and-feather mess that would have resulted on the scene. I can just imagine the confused mess the poor insurance agent would be in as I reported my damages had they hit:
"Yes ma'am... and the make and colour of the one who hit you?"
"Goose. Grey, black and white."
"A Grey Goose bus???"
"Nope. Just Goose. Well, actually two. Two Ex-Geese now sadly..."
"Two geese dented your van's side and roof?"
"Yep. Two very large geese. Large. Slow. And not very good at take offs, really. But they were delicious."
Yep, it's a good thing they missed me.
I prefer turkey anyway.
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