Birds are punks

As possible as it is, I think I got mooned by a Canadian goose.
Since yesterday's weather was perfect, I was at my usual spot where I go when I want to read a book out in nature.

There were several people hanging out there as well, everyone generally minding their own business. I made myself comfortable and cracked open the book. I was distracted, and I looked past what I was reading. Out in the water, there was a gaggle of geese (I just wanted to say "gaggle") doing their regular goose-y things. One had completely upended itself, sticking its head and neck completely in the water like an ostrich sticks his head in the sand. Thus, it was completely perpendicular to the water, sticking its ass up to the wind. It did this several times, each time pointing his white feathery underside in my general direction.
What the hell did I do to this thing? I'm one of those people that cuts the little plastic holder things that come with 6-packs so that his kind don't get their beaks caught in them (Granted, Canadian Geese aren't generally the landfill trolling variety of bird, but still). Yet, it moons me still.
Punk.