Goose poo
Denise: A complaint today from a neighbour about the mess the geese leave. The sillies get it in to their head to have favourite places to camp. For a few days – or even weeks – it will be on a certain hillock. And then it will be down in a little gully by the sea. And then for a while it might be right outside someone’s gate. Now they are perfectly within their rights to graze wherever they want on croft land, and I’m within my rights to let them: but let’s face it who wants to have to pick their way across a carpet of goose mess (it’s little more than pulped grass, but for all that the brain still registers Ughh!) between car and front door. But the problem in the end is not actually the geese themselves, but the creeping ‘urbanisation’ of rural life.
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