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I grew up in the 50's as well, in Iowa. We lived on a small farm. Had some sheep, some chickens, and a pair of geese. Their domain was a old garage, turned small barn. The gander was a mean ole sucker, and I can remember him chasing my brother around and around the outside perimeter of the said garage, turned barn and goose domicile. I'd laugh and laugh. I was smarter than my brother, I kept my distance and watch. I too can identify with you gander experience!