Patsy Porco

A Gangster of Geese

In Humor on August 20, 2022 at 2:25 am

In July, I moved to a house with a big pond in the front yard. All along the same street, there are ponds in people’s yards. Up and down the road, you’ll spot ponds. Next to one of these ponds, you will see a flock of geese standing around, or most likely, relieving themselves on the grass or driveway next to the pond.

When they swim, they’re a gaggle of geese. However, if they’re flying, they’re a skein. Once they’re flying, there are lots of words to describe their formations, like chevron.

It’s interesting to read the descriptive terms for groups of birds. A murder of crows is the most well-known. A murder of geese would be more apt, though, if you’ve ever had to go outside and sweep the bird dung off your driveway. Or, if your dog decided that the droppings looked delicious.

There are all kinds of names for groups of birds: a charm of hummingbirds or goldfinches; a staring of owls; a covey of quail; a chattering of starlings; a party or band of jays; a wedge of swans; a raft of ducks; a host of sparrows; a flight of swallows; an exaltation of larks. A staring of owls is the most apt, I think.

What I want to know is who sat around and came up with all of these slightly mad names for groups of birds? Obviously a terror of retirees … or a palace of drunk/high people.

But, let’s get back to my original topic. I said earlier that there were many ponds in my neighborhood, but if you spotted the geese, they would be in front of one pond. That is because this very large flock of geese is treating the neighborhood like a pub crawl. One day they’ll be at my pond. Then they’ll all decide to walk, en masse, across the busy street — despite the fact that they flew hundreds or thousands of miles to get here — to another pond.

They love stopping traffic. When I hear them honking, I just know the leader has just announced that it’s time to find another person’s property to defecate on, and all of the follower geese are agreeing that that is a wonderful idea, but only if they get to walk to their next destination.

Besides being jerks, geese are mean, too. I got too close to one and it hissed at me. I’ve heard of geese attacking people who’ve annoyed them. They love to intimidate people. If they were human, they’d be gangsters or enforcers. I learned to keep my distance from them, but sometimes it’s hard, and not just because I’m perverse. It’s tempting to try to shoo them off the property. But, once geese have decided that your pond is where they are spending the day, as a flock or a gaggle, you might as well give in and locate your broom for the next day. They will leave piles everywhere. Relieving themselves is like a job for them, and they are very good at their job.

When I lived in Connecticut, we had a town beach that was overrun by geese. It was very tricky walking across the grass in the park to the sand on the beach because the geese had transformed the lawn into their toilet. This year, the town installed blue lights that were designed to keep the geese away. They worked wonderfully. The geese relocated across the park to the softball field.

I looked into geese deterrents for my property. Those blue lights are expensive, but I discovered a cheaper solution: grape Kool-Aid. There is something in grape Kool-Aid that they hate. I’m in a quandary, though. The house I live in belongs to my brother and his wife. If I put grape Kool-Aid around the perimeter of the pond, some of it will be bordering his white driveway. When it rains, the Kool-Aid will stain the driveway purple. I can’t decide whether I should risk my brother’s wrath at the mess in his driveway, though.

I have nowhere else to live … unlike the geese, who will eventually go home to Canada to annoy the nice Canadians.

Photo by Robert Franklin, South Bend Tribune, March 29, 2022

Happy Festivus!

In Humor on December 23, 2025 at 10:25 pm

Happy Festivus for the rest of us! I was reminded of Festivus, which falls on December 23, when I saw a Seinfeld meme about it today on Facebook.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1njzgXSzA-A

Seinfeld made Festivus popular, but the fake holiday was originated by the father of one of the Seinfeld writers.

I was reminded of Seinfeld yesterday while in Target. I was in line at one of the registers when I heard a guy in line at the next register say to his girlfriend, “I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I was walking around saying, ‘I lost my fiance! I lost my fiance!'”

Without even thinking, I said out loud, “Maybe the dingo ate your baby.” The girlfriend looked over at me, obviously thinking, “I hope she isn’t talking to us.” The boyfriend, however, without missing a beat said, “It’s from Seinfeld” and went on describing his nightmarish search for her throughout Target.

I liked the fact that he thought my comment was rational. What was weird was that he didn’t even laugh.

But back to Festivus. It’s time to air grievances, per the Festivus tradition. Here’s mine: I baked cookies on several nights this week. Not a single one of them looked like the pictures in the recipes I found online. I really think we need to demand honesty from recipe writers. Or, they could adopt the meteorologists’ tool of giving a probability of success: “If you follow this recipe exactly and light the cookies in the way they’re lit in this picture, there is a 59% chance that yours will look like mine.”

Here is what my pinwheels should have looked like, according to the recipe:

What mine looked like:

Here’s another example of a cookie I made. This picture is what it was supposed to look like:

https://www.punchfork.com/recipe/Kisses-Peppermint-Brownie-Drops-Allrecipes

And here’s what mine looked like.

I admit I didn’t roll mine in powdered sugar, but that’s the only change I made to the recipe. As you can see, mine spread all over the place and then they all stuck together, even though I did cool them on a rack before putting them in the tin.

I told my sister about my baking failures. She sounded really sad for me, until I told her that I just don’t care that I didn’t succeed. I don’t even care that I attempted to make cookies, so there was no need for the platitude, “At least you tried.”

And that’s when she told me about the “We Do Not Care” club, founded by Melani Sanders on Instagram. I checked it out right away and joined right up. I know I’ll excel at being a member of this club. They’re big on the airing of grievances, which, coincidentally, is part of Festivus.

Turkey in the Bathtub

In Humor, Thanksgiving on November 26, 2025 at 2:24 pm

I guess I’ll be changing the cold water every 30 minutes for the rest of the day.

Why do I often find myself with a frozen 20-pound turkey on the day before Thanksgiving? Because of greed, pure and simple.

On Monday, I earned a “free” turkey from ShopRite, by spending $400 in the store during the last month. They had a huge freezer of frozen turkeys in all weights and sizes. I chose a 20-pounder, not even thinking that I needed 5 days to defrost it in the fridge when I only had three days.

If I had chosen a 12-pounder, it would be defrosted in time. But, noooooo, I had to get a huge one … for the three people I’m feeding. I had visions of days of leftovers and even turkey soup, made from scratch.

Knowing myself like I do, there won’t be any turkey soup made. But, there will be leftovers, if I can get this bird unfrozen.

There are lessons to be learned here. I’d prefer not to dwell on them, however.

Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

Musings and books from a grunty overthinker

The World Through My Glasses

Travel | Food | Photography

Writing Slices

Reading the Books that Teach You to Write

Gabriele Romano

Personal Blog

Chuck Smith: Author, Blogger, Rambler

Truths, Half-Truths, and Lies

Little Fears

Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes

Pauls Pages Too

Extra Content from PaulsPages.com

Crazartt

Good things are going to happen@Mehakkhorana

Gareth Roberts

Unorthodox Marketing & Strategy

meganelizabethmorales

MANNERS MAKETH MAN, LOST BOYS FAN & PERPETAUL CREATIVITY.

Beautiful Life with Cancer

Discovering the Gift

A Wifes Reality

The things women don't and won't say about their past and present, true story.

Jamaica Homes

Jamaica Homes: Find Your Dream Property in Jamaica. Search Homes for Sale & Rent.

A Voice for Them

Love | Empathize | Care

My Blog

A fine WordPress.com site

Wonderful Cinema

Short reviews on high quality films. No spoilers.

this is... The Neighborhood

the Story within the Story

Playing Your Hand Right

Showing America how to Live

100 Shoes Blog

Style | Travel | Genuine Living

Chicks With Ticks

Our mission at Chicks with Ticks is to enlighten and empower those who work or play in the great outdoors by providing a source for information, inspiration, and practical help on how to enjoy, enhance, and survive any outdoor adventure.

mbove

Nice Golf Corpse Mysteries

So Far From Heaven

Too many reincarnations in a single lifetime to trust this one.

The Collected Wisdom OF Godfrey

He Was An Odd Young Man WHo DIsliked Beets

Harmony Books & Films, LLC

Tired of being ordinary, then here are some tips for becoming extraordinary.

Sally and David's amazing adventures

Tales of two (almost) virgin travellers

JANNAT007

Watch Your Thoughts; They Become Words

Aunt Beulah

living well to age well

The Bloggess

Like Mother Teresa, only better.

psychologistmimi

Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground

Dispatches from the Asylum

“The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.” ― Douglas Adams

ChompChomp

Food and Travel

I.A.

Cooking and More

Tripambitions

It contains the world best places and things.

Conundrum.

Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean

Amber & Corde

A journey of expanding my dog's world

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me