Goose-Four — logbook Toyota Celica 1998

Each of us has our favorite places in the city, where it is pleasant to come at any time, just to be there, even for a little while, and return back to the city, to the hustle and bustle, to life.
I've only been there once this year. Not even in the summer, in the spring, the ice has not yet melted.

In Krasnoyarsk there is the Udachny district, now it is being built up with modern cottages, plus the residence of the Sosny administration (the place is very different even from all the cottages surrounding this territory), but a little earlier there were just cottages, only one bus of route No. 12 went (it still walks) and the first time I visited here with my dad. We arrived on a bicycle, a tourist, I had my own seat on the frame between the steering wheel and the seat of the bicycle. And so where the legs were placed, there was a gear knob. It turned out to be a disgustingly uncomfortable design.

In the summer of 2009, it takes about 10 minutes to drive from my house to Udachny, which is very convenient on a city scale in such a time to escape to your favorite place. We would always appreciate it ...
18:30 I arrive home, have a quick bite to eat before the sun sets, change clothes and move out. The place where I like to come is on the banks of the Yenisei, there is not even the river itself, but a small backwater. There is an entrance to the water itself.

I drove up to the river in front, pulled out the mats to slam, some time passes, I sit on the threshold in the car, something, as usual, twists. The phone is ringing, I turned on the speakerphone and continue to occupy the work I have begun, while answering the call. … I hear from the side of the passenger door, something blurted out, as if it had hit the metal like a stone.
turned around.
The knock appeared again, I get out of the car, go around and see the picture. The gander, which is bigger and apparently bolder, is knocking on the doorknob with its beak! not somewhere just at the door, but it pinches the handle! Behind him, his company-family is standing and watching everything that happens.

The reaction to my indignation was quite adequate, and most importantly, completely the opposite! If a goose was chasing someone in life, stretching his neck forward, hissing and quacking, then here you can understand and appreciate the whole picture of the dispute between me and this guard bird that is happening at that moment!

I didn’t have the slightest desire to retreat, and even showing genuine interest, starting to photograph birds, which showed that I wouldn’t share the odds so easily.

With a proud look and showing the fifth point, the whole family went into the water and began to row from the shore.

I got back in the car, again buried myself in the salon. At this time, a car drove up, from where 2 girls got out and began to settle down.

Out of the corner of my ear I hear how the White Guard, having bypassed the other flank, landed one fighter on the shore, he went up to the rug lying on the shore, grabbed the edge with his beak and pulled it to the water with a few pinches ...
Then he walked along it, wiping his feet and thereby showing everyone else webbed example... O_o

Those who got out on the shore from the driver's side, bypassed me, circled the entire car around the territory and in a noisy crowd headed for the newly arrived girls.

... they hurried home very quickly and left in a hurry! =)