Dear Mr. Goose
Typically I am ignoring you but finally Allegany State Park is quit again . . . . and well, I am also a little bored. Everyone is back to work and the kids are in school learning things. Swimmers are not running around barefoot on the beach . . . . but I still would like you to stop pooping everywhere (that’s just nauseating). Right now it is just you and me my friend hanging around Red House Beach. Those warblers are too high up in the trees for me to photograph, although I can hear them calling down to me. Mr. Goose, I have a confession to make. . . . I love taking pictures of birds and you’re all I have today . . . . I am sorry that I caught you preening your feathers . . . . I could have waited until you were done prettying yourself up for the camera.
I guess you are really not that disgusting of a bird as I accuse you of being. I do enjoy taking your picture when no one is looking. Why must you be such a nuisance bird? You never acted this way 15 years ago? Why can’t you just be a visitor during your migration south?? My job now requires me to chase you away but it is your lucky day . . . . I am off duty right now. Good visiting and I just know that I will be seeing you sooner than later.