I slipped a slice of bread into the front pocket of my jeans and brought it outside to the geese. They wandered around the yard stopping to pick up grass and sticks. I threw two chunks of bread before the head wriggling and screeching began. I gave up and let Markus watch. We walked around front to the flower garden. The two geese had come in along with the eggs and droppings. We sat with the wind fanning us in the warm spring air. I tore off some bread and handed it to him. He pecked it, spit it out, and looked for more grass in the bed.
