My three month old American lavender geese are very aware of my clothing, and get QUITE upset when I put on my colorful work scrubs (I'm an RN).
I go out to say goodbye to them and they stick their necks way out and chatter, and only approach me with great caution, edging closer and closer . . . I can see their eyes move from my clothing to my face, up and down and up and down (all the while sounding like machine guns).
I know they hear my voice coming from this crazy looking kaleidoscope of colors, and see my familiar face above it all, and must wonder WHAT happened to my feathers THIS time.
This morning, I went outside in my leopard skin pajamas to let the chickens out into the yard. The geese lost their minds over my pajama pants. Do they have some deep instinct that tells them I am parading around in PREDATOR prints? Petey got hold of the pant leg and began to yank hard enough to lift my leg off the ground. Lila hung back (of course) doing the machine gun chatter, cheering Petey on while he vanquished my predator pants.
I am NOT going out there in these pants again.
I go out to say goodbye to them and they stick their necks way out and chatter, and only approach me with great caution, edging closer and closer . . . I can see their eyes move from my clothing to my face, up and down and up and down (all the while sounding like machine guns).
I know they hear my voice coming from this crazy looking kaleidoscope of colors, and see my familiar face above it all, and must wonder WHAT happened to my feathers THIS time.
This morning, I went outside in my leopard skin pajamas to let the chickens out into the yard. The geese lost their minds over my pajama pants. Do they have some deep instinct that tells them I am parading around in PREDATOR prints? Petey got hold of the pant leg and began to yank hard enough to lift my leg off the ground. Lila hung back (of course) doing the machine gun chatter, cheering Petey on while he vanquished my predator pants.
I am NOT going out there in these pants again.