This morning the goose (whom I've named Lucy Goosey at the risk of humanizing her) came back to my driveway. I quickly looked up what geese eat, and bread seemed acceptable. I tossed out pieces of bread - healthy, whole-grain - and she followed them up to my gate. She took some bread right out of my hand.
I went outside the gate, and she let me pat her on the back. I've never patted a goose before. We seemed to be bonding nicely.
Then she tried to eat my clothes.