I can believe it. I used to eat lunch at a park in Alameda (SF Bay Area) and every now and then a little old Russian* lady would wander up to one of the hundreds of insolent Geese.
She'd grab one by the neck, do this weird twirl flip rending it extremely dead and then wander back home plucking feathers as she went. To what I assume would be an awesome roast goose dinner.
*I've worked with enough Russian coders to be able to parse out "Fuck" and "your mother" that she yelled at the assembled soccer moms when they'd inevitably protest.
I can believe it. I used to eat lunch at a park in Alameda (SF Bay Area) and every now and then a little old Russian* lady would wander up to one of the hundreds of insolent Geese.
She'd grab one by the neck, do this weird twirl flip rending it extremely dead and then wander back home plucking feathers as she went. To what I assume would be an awesome roast goose dinner.
*I've worked with enough Russian coders to be able to parse out "Fuck" and "your mother" that she yelled at the assembled soccer moms when they'd inevitably protest.