The noisy geese chased the children away from the park bench.

Canada geese flew in a V formation over the lake at dawn.

At dusk, I watched wild geese fly in a perfect V-formation over the river.

The silly geese waddled across the picnic blanket, honking at the surprised children.

The laughing geese gathered at dawn, their shrill calls sounding oddly like laughter across the reeds.

At dawn, the rood geese flew low over the marsh, their silhouettes dark against the pale sky.

The brant geese gathered along the foggy coastline before their long migration.

Every autumn, flocks of brent geese arrive at the estuary to feed on eelgrass.

At dawn, the solan geese lined the cliff edge, their white wings flashing as they plunged into the sea.

The sea geese skimmed the waves at dawn, their silhouettes glowing in the pink morning light.