Duck Duck Goose!

Ah Yes. Spring has arrived and love is in the air, at least in the animal kingdom. All the birds are bustling to and fro, preparing their nests. The rabbits are hopping about searching for a mate. Hell, I think even the squirrels are getting some these days. There is one species however that must have started early this year, or be on another cycle.
I was out on one of my breaks. I stepped outside the building, out back to get some fresh air. It is finally warm enough. Our building houses many employees and out back there is a rather large patio area. There is also a man made lake or pond. All I know there is a large hole with water in it. Since the warm up I have noticed all sorts of critters about over there by the water. Once in a while one will get brave and venture up to our patio area as one did today. I was not sure what in the hell it was, but it was round and fuzzy looking, some sort of duck or bird. It waddled up as if heading straight towards me sitting there on the bench. When it was in reach I bent down and snatched the little guy (or girl) up. It was cute as hell. It squawked about loudly, but pretty much didn’t resist me holding it and petting it. It was a soft little creature. I sat there and pondered how a bird could be fuzzy like this.
As I stood to take the little guy (or gal) back down towards the pond area, with it still squawking up a storm, I learned a valuable lesson!
Like stealth ninjas, I had three very angry geese upon my ready to take me out. “Oh Shit” I said out loud as I plopped the little foul down and calmly (C’mon, their geese) backed away. Obviously this was not enough. The geese cackled and were in full on pursuit of me and now I am thinking I best get the hell outta there. I mean one I could handle, but three? These things were big ass birds and apparently mean as hell. I waited a tad too long as the leader was already nipping away at my calf, and it hurt. I grabbed the thing by the neck (which looks flimsy but is surprisingly strong) again, bad move. The other two geese were on me. I went to bolt, dropping the one goose and now I had three of these fuckers taking their turn nipping me. One even nipped me in the ass. That is when I knew I was in trouble.
I did make it back to the building. Apparently it was a great show for the people watching from inside. I have geese bruises all upon the back of my legs and ass. I may need to seek therapy for this. Lesson for the day? You might be able to kill two birds with one stone, but if there is three you’re fucked! I know, lame.
Happy Monday!