The Breakfast Club meets The Frisbee Dog

Chester and I have discovered that White Rock has a resident flock of Canada Geese – noisy honkers who seem to have moved to the beach front without invitation or consideration.  These geese have a breakfast club which convenes at the white rock on the daily.  We’ve noticed the gathering varies in size from day to day, the different contingents arriving in randomly sized groups; nine or thirteen or twenty-seven; to meet and greet, schmooze and mingle.  It seems there is always a straggler who likes to announce his arrival at decibels above the chatter – he interrupts the party like that fashionably late guest who is reliable only in their lateness. We’ve also noted that this is a rain or shine club, there are no candy asses in the group.

There is a peripheral gathering of party goers (crashers really) every morning as well; ducks, gulls and the odd heron; who paddle the perimeter of the meeting eavesdropping.  Perhaps they are hoping for an invitation to join the club but more likely they’re just gleaning gossip.

The geese have become comfortable sharing the promenade with walkers, joggers and dogs – they waddle out of the path of oncoming traffic but not without objection.  These are big, beautiful birds but they are messy party goers – the promenade in the area of the white rock is slick with the spoils of their meetings.

Chester and I have become regulars on the promenade – even the geese seem to be growing accustomed to the frisbee dog.  Admittedly they were leery to start with, Chester is after all a Chesapeake Bay Retriever – a hunting dog bred specifically to retrieve waterfowl.  The birds seemed to sense the big brown dog’s potential immediately and eyed him dubiously on our first few walks, but he gave them nary a second glance.  The breakfast club need not have fretted, it appears Chester has defied his genetics and become a retriever of frisbees only.