So my friend Bretto was kind enough to take me to the store so I could pick up a couple of things Sunday noon. It was overcast and raining lightly. Once we arrived, we happened to see a goose sitting in some mulch by one of the parking curbs.

“Dude, that’s a goose nest.”

I thought he was crazy, and assumed the goose was simply resting.

“Look, the nest is all nest-like. We should go over there and steal it’s eggs.”

Having said that in the usual half-joking, half-crazy way, I didn’t think much of it, and we walked into the store. I picked up my things, and we made our way out back to the car.

“We should go back and check it out.”

He drove the car to where the goose was, within 10 feet of it. Upon closer inspection, the mulch around the goose was indeed very “nest-like,” and the goose was eying us warily.

“I’m gonna go get an egg!”

Having been chased around by angry geese before, I was not eager to relive the experience in front of a supermarket. I decided to hold my stuff and and stay in my seat. Bretto stepped out from the driver’s seat, and made his way towards the goose. The goose started craning it’s neck up and squawked. Nevertheless, Bretto with his special “shoo shoo” technique, was able to get the goose to step away from the nest, as it hissed at us. And what do you know, there were four white eggs in the mound. Brett grabs one, steps back into the car, hands me the egg, and we drive off. With the goose staring back at us.

Moments later, I realized the magnitude of what we have just done. We just stole an egg from a goose. And I was holding it. We rode back home, pretty much laughing the whole time. We met up with other friends and we fried and ate it. Yes.

Tastes like a chicken egg, but the yolk wasn’t as strongly flavored. It was pretty giant though.