Your Goose Is . . .

Ah, a good day to feed the birds and things . . . all went well until I crossed paths with this miserable swine. I moved in to get a close-up shot. He hissed. Then, just as I was reaching into my bag of stale bread to offer a bribe, he lunged at me. I yelped, almost dropped my camera and backed off. He grabbed the bread, honked and told me to bugger off. Bloody ingrate. Next time I'm taking my gifts to the hamster farm . . .