In a dark omen for the denizens of Idaho, thousands of dead snow geese rained down from the sky this weekend, seeding the state's fair plains with infected bird guts.

A terrible, honking specter with a hole in his head and a heart ossified by hate will soon return to haunt the skies above Boston, taunting the mortals below and hissing in the face of their “God."

Anyone concerned that the upcoming Olympics would focus too much on sports and not enough on haute couture fashion can breathe a sigh of relief – the roster of performers for the closing ceremony was revealed Monday, and Kate Moss is prominently featured.

On Monday, as Angelenos trudged into week two of their gloomy, foie gras-less "existence," 700 geese from the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge in New York were rounded up for Killing Time.

A traveling geese herd, probably gabbing about last night's American Idol, were too noisy while making their way through town. Surprisingly, when told to pipe down, they immediately did.

A group of Canadian geese too young to fly jog along with their parents down the street.

This video is just, like, the epitome of WTF. Where do I begin? First of all, what the hell is that thing screaming in the background? Is it a goose? I don't know. And that fox licking the window? Wat?

Wausau, Wisconsin police arrested a 40 year-old man who "plunged into the Wisconsin River while chasing a one-legged goose." He told police he "wanted to catch the bird and roast it." He'd reportedly "been drinking heavily before the stunt." [Pic]

Goodbye, geese. New York is planning to "reduce the number" of Canada geese in the state from 250,000 to 85,000. They're not shipping 170,000 geese off to a magical gooseland, though. They're killing them.

The Agriculture Department rounded up 400 Canada geese in Brooklyn's Prospect Park last week and killed them so they'd stop flying into jet engines. One Brooklyn resident said it looked like the geese had "been Photoshopped out." [NYT; pic]

Today a blogger decided to have jerk chicken and mac-n-cheese for lunch at an East Village restaurant. He went inside, grabbed a seat, and seconds after his food was served, a hawk swooped in and landed on his plate.