The poor goose at the park is a loner, an outcast from the flock, and he hangs out with the ducks because he's lonely I assume, and the ducks pick on him. The other day when they were in the middle of the lake, he was just standing on the shore by himself.

He's eaten out of my hand several times. Today a big flock of geese were there and they all came within 6 feet of me because they saw goose there eating.

I tossed them a bunch of my custom bird seed/cracked corn mix, which I have now named Quack Cocaine, and they went wacko! That corn is all it's cracked up to be.