bad geese

There's the Goose, and then there are the geese.
How many can you count?
That's right: Too many.
Debby thinks they are cute.
However, the little ones are doubling in size daily by eating our grass. They are shit factories. My grass is covered with goosegoo.
I tried to run them off by hollering "Alla youse geese, get outta my yard!" at unpredictable intervals that probably made the Guests Them nervous. I tried to herd them, run them over in the truck, honk at them and urge them onto Johnny's yard.
Johnny tried to make the place too hot for them by shooting into the pond.
Boom! Boom!
Made my efforts sound pathetic.
I don't see them this morning. Just the slimy punctuation (mostly commas) of their passing.
They're probably all in my garden. The whole honkin' gaggle.