Except in Waterloo it’s more like goose, goose, goose fight, goose shit, goose, goose, duck.
I much prefer ducks over their more prevalent campus counterpart Branta canadensis (the not-so-humble Canada goose). Ducks are smaller, non-threatening and far less showy. Canada geese? Exhibitionists. They advertise their presence – honking, fighting and shitting their way through Waterloo. Ducks are simply content to drift discreetly at the periphery of your consciousness.
Now, should you happen on a duck it’s almost apologetic; “You’re bigger than I am” it seems to say as it waddles out of your path. Not so with a Canada goose. Fixing you with an unblinking eye it stalks towards you. Planting one webbed foot in front of the other it dares you, dares you to arrest its forward motion.
Do I step out of the way?
Yup. I know who’s boss. There’s nothing quite like an angry Canada goose to remind you of your place in the pecking order…