The Startle of Appreciation

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Then you see one

for the first time

this day


and then a whole production…

are they cormorants? geese?

certainly not seagulls


because they don’t fly in a V

You look closely and see


as he tells you, they’re pelicans.


Never have I seen


so many.


No Justice, No Peace!

Geese on the prowl

Say, Honk! Say what?
Are you talkin’ to me?
Me & my homies is pissed off, ya see?
We all got a right to live and be free
To work, get respect, and to raise family.

Just like alla’ you guys, we flew in from elsewhere,
Landing here, where the grass is more green and more fair,
Escaping cold winters, oppression, and crime,
To feel warmth, love, and joy (at least some of the time),
’Cause a goose gotta be what a goose gotta be,
And our goslings deserve the best opportunities.

We’ve escaped from the bears and the dogs of the North;
To the South, the Midwest, and the East we go forth.
We’ve found some of your States so mild and carefree,
We’ve decided to live here indefinitely.
We’ve adapted to wetlands and freshwater lakes,
to ballparks and schoolyards, and pools, for godssake.

We can live anywhere, and we go where we like
Because this is America; go take a hike!

But lately, right here in the land of the free,
We are grieved and outraged to witness a spree
of injustice and hatred, applied wantonly
To us geese, by you humans: Murder, most fowl;
If we were suicidal, we’d throw in the towel.

They say we’re too plentiful and “could pose danger
to low-flying planes”; and what’s even stranger,
that our droppings are gross and our honks are too loud;
You think humans are perfect? You live on a cloud.

In New York, Carolina, and elsewhere in question,
The murder of Canada geese is clandestine:
With Machiavellian cunning and stealth
(Ostensibly acting to save public health),
Public employees close off public parks,
Round up dozens of geese, to be slaughtered at dark,
And when well-meaning humans approach them with questions,
They turn ’em away with threats to arrest ’em.
Our brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts
Are martyrs … for what? They don’t stand a chance.

So, to all of you humans who think you have might:
Don’t mess with these ganders; we’re ready to fight.
We’ll honk your injustices loud, and honk long,
And our weak will grow stronger with every known wrong.

To all fellow ganders and goslings and geese,
Repeat after me: 

And unless you would like to be shot, stuffed, and mounted,
Stand up on your own two webbed feet and be counted!


© 2013 Granny Gander. All rights reserved.

Foie Gras is “unEnglish” says Ralph Fiennes

Sorry for the unpleasantness, but … you’ve got to know what’s happening if you’re gonna do something about it, right?

Of Course Vegan

Ralph Fiennes has appealed to Fortnum & Mason to stop selling foie gras – which is illegal to produce in the UK on animal welfare grounds. During foie gras production, huge amounts of grain are pumped into the stomachs of geese through metal pipes, which are forced down their throats several times a day. Their distended livers – which can swell to up to 10 times their normal size – press against their lungs, causing them to pant constantly. Veterinarians and avian experts agree – there is no humane way to produce foie gras.

In a letter sent to Fortnum & Mason Managing Director Ewan Venters, the BAFTA-winning actor writes the following:

“Animals and their welfare mean a lot to me and to the majority of the British public. . . . As managing director, you have the power to end the company’s involvement in this cruelty. I hope you…

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