Yet ANOTHER birthday. I guess all the cool kids are born in the Spring (if you're in the Southern Hemisphere). Not me though, just another lowly Autumn baby, crying myself to sleep in a bed full of dead leaves.
This is Pete. One time we went to Horseshoe Lake reserve to feed the ducks and some of the geese came to play! Then they got a little too close to us so Pete thought smugly to himself "I'll whip my magnificent coat around and frighten the little bastards away." BUT ALAS they were not even a little scared and as they advanced menacingly upon us he began to spin faster and look really nervous until eventually we just bolted for our lives before the swans joined in.
Birds are scary, man.