Took most of our birds to the fair today. My poor geese, sorry, my kids geese as I never once took care of them, were having a hard time being separated. The Small Livestock building was packed with people leaving the Rodeo. I stood by worrying about my geese as some ROTTEN little testosterone boys started to poke at them and mock them and shake the cage. My family watched too. All of a sudden, Mama Bear came out and shouted, "Don't touch my geese!" The rotten little stinker looked at me with bewildered eyes and said, "Why not?" I asserted back, "because it's not nice!" In which the child looked at me again as if I was speaking some foreign language. Now listen, I know boys will be boys. I am sure it is fun for them to get the geese to snap at them. But I just felt so protective it was crazy. Ha ha. You should see me when someone crosses my kids!