Goose-face

I walked outside to go to class this morning.

Standing on the path, staring at me absolutely motionless, is my Arch Nemesis: The Canadain Goose. The one that lives on campus. We stand there looking at each other for a moment, and then he slowly turned his head to his right. I follow his gaze, and there, on the lawn beside my house, are twenty-five or thirty Canadian Geese. A whole flock.

Goose-face just stood there, daring me to make a move, but I didn't move.

The stand off ended when I walked slowly around him and went to class.

When I came home, the whole flock was gone. But for how long ... ?