This fella sees his reflection in the glass doors to my office building and thinks it's another suitor hell-bent on making time with his beautiful bride.
He is tapping his beak against the glass and I tapped back, but he didn't seem the least bit fazed.
I opened the door and invited him in, but he seemed a bit wary of the invitation.
Behind him is the pond where the koi live, and where his lady friend is grubbing away on grass, oblivious that her man is defending her honor so vigorously.
We have ducks too and a heron, but I've yet to see them make the trek across the drive and have it out with the entrance to our digs.
You go goose-guy. You tell that OTHER goose how it's going to be.