Anser Anser?

But what is the question?

Goosey goosey gander,

Whither shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs

And in my lady’s chamber.

There I met an old man

Who wouldn’t say his prayers,

So I took him by his left leg

And threw him down the stairs.

And so, what prompts all of this avian commentary? Well, yesterday, not far from home, a field of stubble was absolutely covered in geese. I’m not actually sure that they were greylags as, despite the numbers, I couldn’t get a proper look at them. They may well have been Pinkfeet. They of course are Anser Brachyrhyncus, which makes the title somewhat redundant, if on the same theme. Then we come to the question of shooting. Are they quarry species? Certainly. Are you allowed to shoot them with lead? Well, as I recall, that is somewhat country specific. My knowledge, as with so many things, is limited, but we in the land of the Scotti, can shoot them in fields with lead shot, but not so over water. In the land of the Angles, as I recall, it’s a species specific matter and goosey goosey ganders, and perhaps for all I know, all waterfowl, must be shot with lead free ammo, regardless of venue, for want of a better word. I’m afraid that I have no knowledge of the Gauls or the Gaels over the water. Back to seeking Ansers!

As to the little rhyme, there is so much to it naturally, the suggestion being that it refers to Catholic Priests hiding from their pursuers. More kvestions than ansers again zaichata.