I was taking a break in Blackheath one morning when I spotted three geese making their way from the pond towards a zebra crossing.
I remember thinking, “No bloody way are they actually going to use it.”
Well, they did.
The three of them stopped at the side of the road, held up the traffic, and casually waddled across like they were on their way to work.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
The thing that got me was that they’re geese. They can fly.
Surely it would’ve been easier to just flap their wings and get to the other side?
Apparently not. They preferred to cross the road like the rest of us.