The first time my late wife encountered one she freaked. The goose left the farm family and me alone but went after her, beating her with its wings and hitting with its beak.
She only picked up a few bruises and the attack lasted less than a minute but the sight of her running around the yard screaming brought some laughs.
I loved my geese but they were real jerks.
The gander was useless for breeding.
One girl laid eggs in the other girl’s nest and then went off cavorting while the other one faithfully sat on those infertile eggs *forever*.
Every year I had to spend a month getting the eggs from under her else she’d sit there on an insanely large pile and starve to death while the other two partied.
My goats are a lot less aggravation.
:)