Not long ago, I wrote a column about Canada geese and the never-ending problem with goose crap. In the column, I mentioned Roger’s unpleasant encounter with a goose. I had him by the leash, so nothing bad happened.
Of course, it hardly mattered. The goose lobby went nuts…as I fully expected it would. Here’s an email from one of the crap defenders that was so off the charts, I had to share it.
Dear Mr. Reisman:
Interesting and fitting (if not narcissistic) that you put your own mug shot on a rant about poop.
It is clear you are resentful of geese, but you don’t make a credible case why.
Are you pissed because the geese are in a park and your dog is not allowed?
Do you hate the fact that we have any wildlife left in New York beyond the number we can shoot?
Are you envious and jealous of the fact that geese are better at loyalty and devotion to one mate over a lifetime than most humans?
Are you resentful that geese can fly on their own power, as well as swim and walk, while you can only do one or two of the three?
Ah, so much hostility and so little time.
You don’t sound, Mr. Reisman, like a fun character to be around.
I feel sorry for your dog—and not because s/he is not allowed in a park.
New York City
I love it…what a delightful kook! Patty, I have an excellent birthday gift idea for you.
Today, Roger and I walked down to the Bronx River , which is a habitat for turtles of all sizes. Sadly, we found a dead one.
It started to pour and when the lightning and thunder began we ran the hell home. Roger likes thunder and lightning even less than he likes Canada geese.