One my favourite places to walk in the early morning at Southern Monastery was down the hill to the pond, where the geese and ducks never failed to entertain me. Two of the geese, in particular, would serenade me with incredible honks and screeches. Clearly, no one had explained the rule of silence to them. They didn't like it when I knelt down to take photos -- they'd come rushing at me, in full-attack mode, butting their bills against me. The ducks ignored me, mostly, waddling about like cartoon characters, and fishing in the water for food.