Our Ashley Bridges was stranded on her steps on the way into
work, held captive by a half dozen goslings and their parents. Is
anything fowl in your back yard?
The parents hissed and honked, lurching her way when she tried to make it to the car. In return, she hissed, honked, sang, and stomped.
When they finally flapped away and she scampered to her car, they followed and decided to sit behind the car.
Do any of you have suggestions to get rid of a goose?