I read somewhere that the first bird you see in the New Year will tell you what kind of year you are going to have. I may be in trouble if there is even a hint of truth to this crazy notion. The first bird I saw this morning was a Canadian Goose. Actually, I saw about three hundred as they flew in this morning for breakfast. We were so happy when the twenty or so came back to be fed day after day that it never occurred to us they might have relatives looking for a handout. So what does seeing three hundred Canadian geese on New Years morning say about my 2010? Oh the possibilities, the absolutely frightening possibilities.
Shortly after the gaggle of geese landed, our phone rang. It was a neighbor just a quarter of a mile down the road from us. He wanted to know if I would mind scaring the geese off our pond so he and his relatives could get a clean shot at them. Seriously? No, seriously? You want me to scare the three hundred geese, the geese I have spent forever luring to my pond with promises of oodles of cracked corn, into the clear blue Oklahoma skies so you can pick em off with a shotgun? Um … let me think about that one. NO!!
In all fairness, this neighbor is a very nice fellow and someone that I would trust in an emergency. Like, if some deranged madman broke into my Villa de Okie, I would want him to come over with his shotgun and practice his aim. Or, let’s say, a giant polar bear found his way into our pond and was preparing to attack me as I was out on the paddleboat. Shoot, man, shoot! I cannot, however, be a part of luring innocent birds to my property only to then scare them into shotgun blast oblivion. Call me crazy, call me a tree-hugging Californian, call me a card-carrying PETA member, I just can’t do that. I mean, seriously, what’s next … target practice on my cats?