Well we tried and tried, but our local flock would not give us the time of day. We would walk by throwing bread and they would take off, all three herds of 'em (can you call a flock a herd?). Either the people around here don't like to feed the geese or the geese get enough grain from the farmers fields to fill their little bellies so they don't understand how delicious bread can be. And I saved a loaf all week especially for them too.
Oh well, we loved to watch all the geese fly overhead so close trying to get into their V's even though Derek was a little worried to get pooped on :)