I rolled out of bed to the sound of sqwauking geese flying South. As I stared into the sky, wide-eyed and enchanted, I thought, how refreshing and romantic to witness a piece of nature in action. Not quite the Serengeti wildebeest migration, or a herd of ancient buffalo storming across the plains, but it was something many people around the world only see on Discovery Channel.

TV however is far safer. I stepped backwards to get a better look and crowned myself on the side of the porch.

Geese, the ultimate consumer pathfinders?

Settling down to my coffee and toast, I recalled a snippet about how birds navigate - they use landmarks, even roads. My little brainbox kicked into entrepreneur mode and I got to thinking outside the box. Is there a market for GPS geese? Tie a goose off of the car ariel, whisper an address in their ear and let them lead you to your destination. Guaranteed for at least 3 years, and unlike a Garmin product, you can eat it when it breaks. The only downside is, you have to head south every time. But then again, UPS only make right turns and they are quite successful. I wonder.

Goose on the menu

I started to further ponder geese. I wondered what they taste like. I have never had the pleasure of gobbling down a juicy goose breast. Is it similar to a meaty swan, or condor, or...? I jest, I have never eaten any bird beyond a hormonal chicken, turkey or fatty duck, but I bet a Canada goose at the beginning of its journey would be up there with the best in the culinary world. Goose a l'orange, stuffed gander jerky, tender gosling over a bed of fries...

After an hour of goose convoys passing overhead, making an annoyong racket, this whole nature thing is getting a bit old. But I am still peckish and still debating goose food options. Will folks ever tire of Kentucky Fried Goose. Big MacGaggle? There has to be some money there somewhere!