I venerate them. Behind a giant grain mill, by the way much of the grain has normally come from Canada, there is a three ton bag that gets filled every week and taken to the landfill. Any grain that falls from the conviers gets swept and put in the giant bag. I will collect some to feed the geese and ducks along the tidal river. There is a cultural divide between the Canadian geese here. The ones that graze on a lawn by an artificial lake are not very healthy but have an easy life. The ones that stay at the intertidal river are super healthy. They graze primarily on seaweed when the tide goes out and on grains and greens along the banks. The ducks have already migrated here in flocks of one hundred. In about three weeks the acorns fall. They hang out under the oaks and they gobble them up whole. I would not eat a wild goose unless I was starving. There is one turkey who hangs out with the geese. I think she is confused.
The same word means "a good luck" in Polish (it's rather obsolete nowadays). In 1990s, I drove my car through the city of Łódź with an Australian in the passenger seat. We passed a junkyard. It was decorated by a sliced Polski Fiat 126 p, and the name of the junkyard was FART. The Aussie pointed out at the car and while suffocating from the laughter he managed to say "Fart, hahahah!" to which I replied "Indeed!"
I agree a fart is a good luck compared to a "shart". Gotta love the unknown!
