Welcome to The Flock of Geese, a place to laugh and the crazy stuff that happens in a day.

Lets’ get a few things out of the way before we dig in.

Why “Flock of Geese?”

I grew up in New York and my family had some land with a pond.  My dad, being the “outdoorsy” kind, cut trails through that land so we could meander from the house to the pond and all around the property.  Every year geese would arrive, have some babies, chillax around the area and then migrate south.  It was part of the ebb and flow of life.  Over the years, the number of geese grew.  And grew.  What was a few geese getting by in life, gradually became a flock. By about year 12, the geese had become a real issue. They arrived in numbers and made quite a fuss.  Squawking, eating up the plants and overall carousing was topped by the unavoidable crapping up the place.  I mean everywhere.  They’d shit on the grass, the cars, the driveway, the rocky entrance to the pond and, yes, the front stoop.  They shit while flying over the house, shit while landing in the side yard, shit while swimming and shit while eating.  The place was becoming a real crap farm.  Once morning, late for the bus….