Fred the gander hates intruders in his backyard. He especially hates any stationary interlopers: five-gallon buckets, dog bowls and especially watering cans.
In the middle of the night, the sounds of Fred clashing with an unruly watering can frequently interrupt our sleep. I can only guess that they somewhat resemble an intruding gander–with their stocky bodies, long necks and awkward heads I guess they might look like a virile and lustful gander through the eyes of a creature with a brain the size of a cashew. Anyway, we get a kick out of Fred waging endless mortal combat with inanimate objects, and we hope you will, too.