[Salamander]

I have geese.

When one of his "wives" is laying eggs, Bob T. Gander can be quite a nasty little jerk.
Of course, he *is* just doing his fatherly job so nobody faults him for it.

*But*, a "goose attack" is little more than wing flapping and pecking.

I'm just a 5'3" skinny little woman and if I couldn't "fend off" a "killer goose" I think I'd just lay down and give it up.
While all their ruckus may look impressive, it doesn't actually hurt.
It's all sound and fury, signifying nothing.

On the other hand, I'm a hillbilly who grew up on a farm and commonly had to dodge angry cows with calves, vicious hens with chicks, nasty bulls and savage sows with piglets.

Maybe I'm just real hard to impress, "critter attack"-wise...:)

[SoDak]

Exactly, until you've been knocked thru a barn wall by a Holstein bull, you ain't been attacked.

[aristeides]

That's what I was thinking, this "goose" was undoubtedly a gander.

[Axenolith]

When I was about 12 my Granfather (moms side) and a buddy of his were standing around when his buddy looked over and muttered a question to him. He looked at me and said "You ever been spurred? I didn't have the faintest, then they encouraged me to climb this fence into his friends field.

I'm standing around, trying to figure out what the hell they're up to, and I see this chicken tearing ass across the field toward me. I just figure "a chicken" and went back to trying to figure out what was up. Mr. chicken was then upon me like shine on a bowling ball, YEEOOWW!, and you couldn't really fend it off because any appendage you stuck out became the immediate focus of attack and the bugger was faster than snot.

I lit out for the fence and scrambled back over, and my Grandfather and his buddy were just about in tears laughing. Hyuck Hyuck... Veeery funny. Needless to say, I knew what getting "spurred" was thereafter :)