I love to watch a flock of geese come in all together for a well coordinated landing on the pond. The only thing I like better is to watch them get into position before they all take off together. They come around and take over whenever they want to, unless its goose season. They never show up during goose season.
They will tear up a garden, and Mr. Mims will scare them away with BB shots before he’ll let them pull up his young cabbage, (which they appear to do for the fun of it, leaving the uprooted cabbage starters to die uneaten.)