gooser and honk

ok so i was raised (somewhat-meaning i lived less than a country block from my grandparents and i was there pretty much all the time) and when i was 22 my mother had moved onto my grandmothers property to help take care of my grandfather. i moved back in to also help out and my grandmother allowed me to have my own goose. mine was the dark one on the left. i picked him because the strip down the back of his neck reminded me of a mohawk lol.. i named him gooser because he was quite mean and would chase you around. if you were oblivious that he was around he would sneak up on you and bite you in the tush.. him and his little female friend there (honk) escaped one day and we never saw them again :(