Charley, we had geese on our ranch, too, so I am familiar with how nasty the buggers can be, BUT the goose described above lived in a public area, apparently, and was doing no known harm. I mean the typically minded cat crossed the road to go get it!**bg** It did make a great story, but I still wish people would not allow such things to happen.

Our gander was a complete arsehole. His wingspread was eight feet and one day got my upper thigh with the top bone of his wing. I had a bruise about 10 inches in diameter that hurt like hell for a week or more from that nasty encounter.

I don't think this was funny and was devastated when it happened, but it did seem somehow poetically just: he liked to meet us up at the gate, then run in front of the car on the way down to the house. We'd slow down, honk the horn, yell at him, etc. trying to get him to move over to the side, instead. Well, one day, the onery cuss just miscalculated, Rog was driving and couldn't see that he'd fallen back and barely to the side; we had all three kids in the car, when he got his neck tangled up with the front left tire and that was all she wrote for that gander...his goose was cooked, you might say.

No, I'd never have geese again, but they were terrific for letting us know if someone was on the property and fierce to intruders and family alike, hissing and flapping like dragons. I don't see how any cat would have ever stood a chance and I guess the eagles, coyotes, etc. must've decided the same thing as they never attacked them.

Sorry, off the soapbox now.