They call golfing the dao of peace. It’s the sport where an individual can experience the purity of divine oneness of self; the cant of the body as opposed to the ball. The sensation of bodily symmetry as it flows from rest to action all in a single, powerful stroke. It’s the ultimate expression of body mechanics; the refined distillation of skill into the singular motion to strike the ball. Yet even here on this vibrant green expanse there is a need for bird control in NJ to battle back the threat of the goose horror which threatens to overtake the sanctity of calming peace. A peace which is practiced every day by golfers who seek only to improve their game, their balance of skill alone or with friends. You might find yourself laughing at the ridiculous notion of geese attacking people but it’s something that happens every day across the globe.
From the United States to Russia there is a threat in the form of the winged, grey goose. Typically they are harmless in appearance and action. From behind the relative safety of ours or our homes when we might see a flock fly by we are of no concern to them. It’s when we’re all out in the open together, face to beak, is it that the inherent violence of instinctive territorial behavior comes to purpose in a flurry of beating wings. For a golfer it’s the choice between zen and violence. I may not be much of a golfer myself so it’s no surprise that I took up the drive club to wield it in self defense. I had no idea that a goose could be so violent as it flapped-waddled its way toward me despite my desperate club waving. I didn’t even hit it as I was forced to run.