I stumbled across another use for the Ups. I went to the pond and took a seat, it was a beautiful day, a little cool. I began warming with some scales and guess what happened.
Thats right GEESE, geese began to land on the pond. Now to know surprise because we have a flock of geese that fly from one pond to another in my neighborhood, but I can’t help to think that I can call geese with my pipes.
LOL… 
Well, I’d be happy to know at least someone liked my music!
In Saint Paul Minnesota, there is a place called Como Park. This park has a lake in it, and on the eastern edge of that lake there is a narrow strip of land that runs from the shore to 100 feet or more out into the lake; ending in a large round compass.
It was the ideal place to practice my GHBs, and I did so fairly frequently… until…
One rather close and gloomy spring day around 1988, I stood out upon this little man-made peninsula, punched in the drones, and began to play The Gravel Walk. I noticed a flock of about 100 Canada Geese over by the north end of the lake suddenly take to the air. They completed several circles and then made for the air directly above me.
I remember thinking how cool that was when I began to feel things hitting my shoulders, head, the tops of my arms. Thinking it was rain, I stopped and looked up to see a black shape just miss my face. I looked to where it had hit the ground and to my dismay, saw that it was goose guano. I then studied my arms and shoulders and saw more of the same there. I took off my ball cap, and it had three direct hits splattered on the bill and crown.
I rasied my eyes to the shrinking flock in the distance, and shouted after it, “So much for MUSIC lovers!!!” but there was no response to come.
I haven’t piped there since. 
I was doing a wedding a few years ago at a park by a river. It was 1st of May-hatching time for geese and swans. They get territorial and highly pissy at that time of year. One of my friends was standing by the bank and must have ticked of a swan. The thingcame up on shore and was damn near as tall as him. It started walking towards him and hissing getting ready for attack. It would have cleaned his clock with ease. For some reason, not knowing what else to do, I struck in my pipes and started slowly walking towards the swan. It started backing up. I kept up and marched him in about a 90 foot arc away from the wedding party. When he was safe enough away, I took the pipes down. He hissed honked and flew away. Now I have to change my businnes cards: Weddings Funerals, Parties and Swan Herding.
well, the pipes do seem to have similar voicing to a goose, and I’ve always thought that. If you tilt the bell of your chanter off your knee while fingering a bottom D, you can make little growls similar to a goose. it makes them crazy. Try it, they might like your piping more.
Regarding this, and the other similarly funny accounts: you ought to get this on video and send it into America’s Funniest Videos. Who knows, you may win enough to buy your dream set of pipes as a result.
-I drew a family of honkers to my boat when tuning the horn. They liked it so much they adopted my backwater slip as a nursery for a few months, using the cabin top as a lookout while the young squirted around nearby. Geese are incredibly efficient processors, and their departure wasn’t mourned. Fish boats should smell like fish, not like a barnyard. Cute little buggers, though.