I take care of some geese down the street sometimes, those guys are mean.
Funny story...
Once upon a time my dad took my brother and sister fishing when they were five and six. This male goose comes over and starts hassling them in the boat, and my dad was getting frustrated because he was scaring all the fish away. He takes his pole and kind of nudges the goose away, and the little sh*t grabs the pole in his beak and snaps it in half! My dad got so pissed he grabbed the goose by the neck and flung him as far from the boat as he could (no, the goose was not hurt.

) Later on, my mom and I went down to the lake to say hi, and that same gander comes over and starts hassling us! My dad walked over and the goose honked at him (cussing him out, I'm sure), and it waddled away with its proverbial tail between its legs.