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Farewell to Mother Goose?

Come winter, the whole gaggle--Bumpy, Spotty, Brown Beauty and all the rest--will head for a special shelter that has been built for them near the Boston University bridge. There they will dine on cracked corn until spring comes around.

As afternoon turns to dusk, Little Brook is joined by Susan G. Radonsky, who has come to feed the geese with her daughter Tatiana.

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"Yoo, hoo--they want their food," she calls to Little Brook, who has momentarily left his shopping cart full of bread to inspect some of the birds close up.

Radonsky has never fed the geese before and she's having trouble getting the hang of it. One chunk of bread lands on a goose's back. A gull swoops down to snatch it up. Another goose just walks away from the bread she's holding in her hand.

Meanwhile, the gulls and geese are screeching loudly. Radonsky breaks out laughing.

"This is better than any Britney Spears record," she says. "Listen to Britney Spears, then listen to the thrill of the belching, or whatever you call it. This could be a record."

She knew what she was in for when she came to feed the geese.

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