We have a pretty nice, and HUGE, park not far down the road that has a little bit of everything Ana loves. Playgrounds, open space, water, and wild life.
Ohhhh the wild life.
The geese at our park are not scared of human beings at all. Especially one's about the same size carrying bread. Or the bigger sized ones who end up with the bread shoved in their hands.
Ana was so excited to toss bread to them she ran right up, but then she pissed her pants a little when a little more than 20 of them were just as excited to see her and started running up to her. I'm seriously sitting here doing that maniacal laugh/cry thing people do, remembering her yelling, running away from these damn geese throwing bread out behind her.
I peed MY pants watching her. While laughing.
So when she flung the bread into my hands and hid behind me grasping either side of my shirt, using me as a shield, I decided,
"I'm an adult. I'm going to show her that if you stay calm, things will be fine."
So I gently pull out pieces of bread and toss small chunks to the geese. It wasn't quick enough. They hissed and lunged for the bread and Ana and I backed away FAST as we just shook out the remaining bread.
And that's how we were held at goose point and had the bread bullied out of us.
But after that, we had a great time and I ended up with a purse full of rocks, shells, leaves, feathers, and what would have been half a decaying turtle if I hadn't spotted it in time.