Left Oatman's Pond this morning with not a care in the word. It was a pleasant ride with no wind or rain in site. Upon arrival at the Park they call Pinefore, I noticed an unsettling calm. Not a goose in site! That's strange I thought.... I better rest up in the shade before the long journey home. So peaceful and relaxing, I sat catching my breath when out of nowhere I was surrounded by a platoon of Olympic level Canadian Geese 🦆. Just when they thought they had me, my cat like reflexes landed me safely on the seat of my bike. I knew I had to be fast. Otherwise, they would follow me back to Oatman's Pond. Ducking for tree branches and swerving through traffic Turd Ferguson managed to elude certain death and returned safely back at Oatman's Pond for a well deserved swim.