Violence. That’s the only word I know to pin on an event that happened in the park today. I go down to the river every Sunday in the summer. There is a market and music, usually birds and once in awhile a fish jumps for a bug. Great sites, necessary for the soul. These days the Canadian Geese are in from the north. They are molting and enjoying the rest and green grass to lay on and eat. They are a delight and a gift to us here in Portland. The ones that watch for danger intrigue me . While some rest and others rest these few are on guard. While I was sitting and watching them a 10ish year old boy erupted from the walkers near the river, ran up the small hill and started to chase the geese. They scattered everywhere, honking. Some were heading toward the traffic on the other side of the park. I yelled at him to stop chasing the geese. His mother yelled at me to stop yelling at her kid. She said she encouraged him to chase them. She said they were messy, shitting on the park grass, that they needed to move, to migrate. As I heard her yell to her boy, clapping her hands, “Get em!” I thought my God!! I can’t get used to the insanity and ignorance of some people as they go about their day. Another guy came up to me and said that the boy could not catch them, they (the geese) were too fast for him. I pointed out that was not the point, they had a right to rest and be there. They had a right to be amongst us. Guess their biggest enemy is 10 year old boys that follow their mothers mandate to chase and create chaos—“like boys do.” Guess the goose that watches for danger gets that. Violence. Thats the only thought I have on the situation. I am sad to be human today. I will go back to the geese in a few days and apologize if they stick around. Violence.