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Stopped by the pond for a peaceful pre-work goose check. And what do I see? A tiny fuzzball (Image 1) somehow breached the baseball field fence perimeter. Parents screaming. Molting season in effect, meaning absolutely nobody could fly over and help.

So now I’m suddenly in full wildlife rescue mode sprinting through the field at 7AM trying to corner a terrified ping pong ball with legs.

Managed to scoop the little dude and yeet him over the lower part of the fence.

Family reunited.

Current outcome (Image 2):
Entire goose family now runs from me like I personally invaded their homeland.

Drop your goslings off by the pond.
Unlicensed. Unhinged. Staffed entirely by a geese named Chico and Chica.

Activities include:

- screaming at joggers
- eating grass professionally
- blocking bike paths
- teaching toddlers how to hiss at dogs twice their size

Dogs welcome but emotionally unprepared. One golden retriever already cried near the footbridge.

Parents pick up your children before sunset or they WILL join the flock and start demanding cracked corn from strangers.

The goslings discovered punk rock and immediately formed a tiny unlicensed pit near the shoreline.