Regarding the geese… I love seeing flocks of ’em flying over, honking happily. But they are indeed problematic when they set down in populated areas.

At times when I’m bicycling through a huge gathering of ’em, and they are reluctantly parting to open my path, it’s like I’m in that final surreal scene of Hitchock’s “The Birds.” Honkers as far as the eye can see.

Tell me this, Mr. Guardian. I’ve wondered in the past. Could a cyclist legally “harvest” a goose using, say, a 9-iron in city limits? It would be a good test of skills… hitting that roughly golfball-sized noggin. (Of course they say that critters taste like whatever they’re eating… dunno if a lawn-flavored goose would be particularly appetizing.)