My uncle tells this story about being attacked by a goose:
"I was at a local park where there was a large flock of Canadian geese milling around, begging for scraps and pulling on grass. One came near to the bench where I was sitting, and I extended an arm towards it. Suddenly the wings opened wide and it charged me. Before I knew it, his wings were beating me in the face, the beak was stabbing around my head and neck, and it was all I could do to try to grab that goose to throw him off of me. Every time I put my hands on the body, it got wilder and the beating more intense. So there I was - fighting for my life, I'm thinking! - when a woman walks by and bellows: "YOU LET GO OF THAT GOOSE, YOU PERVERT!"
The loud voice distracted the goose and I was able to shove him away and stand up. The woman shot a disgusted look at me and kept going. I went home with goose crap and feathers all over me."