to be afraid of my gander😱

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Anyone own a gander? We have six geese that we got at the age of around 12 months about a year ago. Unknowingly one turned out to be a gander. So they are now about two, and being spring, here in Oz it’s their first breeding season. Well, the girls are nesting and he’s very aggressive. Does it stop after breeding season? Any remedies that don’t involve roast potato’s and stuffing?

I don't know if this would work for a gander but it definitely works for a nasty cockerel. Pick it up (carefully) stick it under your arm and carry it about for as long as you can. They hate it, I think it offends their dignity and I have never needed to do it more than twice.

I had a trio of geese and one was a gander but he was a real softy so I never needed to try it on him.

Yes, they are fighty fuckers.

The Romans knew this, they used them as guards in preference to dogs.

Do the foxes try to get them?
Gander v fox - not sure which I'd feel less sorry for..

There was a family of geese that I'm sure they had something against me. Every time I walked passed them they would attack me. When I was with others, the bastards would leave them alone and come for me.

One of the reasons I won't go back. Even though the thugs will be long gone, I'm still convinced they will smell me out and come for me,

Just remind him how lovely he's going to look, stuffed on your table.

Weirdly, my dairy farmer uncle (horrible man) kept a bull called Norman. Shorthorn and very gentle. He did apparently have to live alone due to domestic violence issues. Very gentle beast.

Long story, but I guess you can’ t be slightly clumsy when you weigh a tonne and a half. Long story short. My aunt had a totally obnoxious chihuahua. Said wee shit dog got into the paddock one day. Norman was escorting him off the premises at speed when he tripped and....yes,fell on young Stuart.

Mind - I have to admit that one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen was when I went outdoors a couple of weeks back because I heard a loud and persistent honking.

I looked up and there were two skins of geese, apparently set on a collision course . . . but they joined into a single super-skein, alternating goose by goose from each (you know - the way we humans are supposed to do when a lane of traffic is closed - hahahaha).

It started with one goose from each skein rushing forward and apparently having a celestial conflab, and then they joined one by one, like a military operation - no pushing or shoving, just each taking a place in a huge "Vee" before flying off in a different direction altogether - it was really something to watch. I felt quite shivery.

Of course, they were about 30,000 feet above me, so I could afford to be blasé about them.

I think that probably geese would be less arsey if we gave them the respect they feel they deserve . . .

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It's sax not gander.

Geese are vicious and aggressive creatures. I’d eat him.

My grandad kept some roaming free on some grassland to the rear of his smallholding so if the customs man ever came calling he would be put off getting as far as the rear boundary hedge where the poitin (illegal home distilled Irish hooch) still was hidden within a double hedge. As far as I know it worked, but just in case there was also a small circle of beehives surrounding the hedge.

It does stop after the girls stop laying. In our flock even the females who stopped laying become overprotective of the ones that are still laying.

OMGshefoundmeout. Sounds like natural farming to me.😝 Wise Granda! My Granda liked his potential too by repute.

Goose related story I was recently sent. I feel the last line is pretty relevant.

The-Great-Flamingo-Uprising

The Romans knew this, they used them as guards in preference to dogs.

So did the Japanese - they were often used as an early warning system in castles, on the basis that you might be able to kill a couple of guard dogs with poisoned meat, but the whole flock of geese? Not guaranteed. Even the quietest ninja would try and find a way round them.

I'd change Hissy's name to Paxo if I were you.

Where is Alfred Hitchcock when we need him?

As a child, my brother and I got attacked by a herd? flock? gang? of aggressive geese when feeding the ducks. Poor ducks were elbowed out of the way by - I’m not exaggerating - about 30 geese who charged at us and pecked for the food. My Dad has to deposit us on top of a nearby wheelie bin until they left. We were surrounded for a good 20 minutes with them flapping and trying to get up onto the bin.

The sight of my dad ineffectually flapping at angry geese is one that still makes me

My brother is still scared of geese!

Did I say Granda enjoyed his potentials? Meant Poitin.

I suspect the Untitled Goose Game will be relevant to your interests...

When I was a kid, our neighbour used to let the geese out at night to deter anyone wandering onto his property. It worked a treat. I also think the answer might be roast goose for Christmas.

I had a bantam rooster, who loathed everyone... except me. Because I wasn't frightened of him. He was, like your gander, a chick who was sexed as female but was actually male, and he spent a lot of time with me as he aged. Consequently, I was his favourite member of the human family (although he tolerated our dog pottering around in between the hens, too).

I was told - by my great-grandfather, who kept hens and geese commercially - that if you walk directly towards them, they'll back down. Trick is, not to let them know you're afraid of being pecked/smacked with a wing. But even he kept a gander as a guard-dog equivalent - and had to collect the post from the post office! Make friends with him, if you can, because they're loyal to a fault I've found. Just... very grumpy about anything and everything at the same time!

I used to ride a track that had geese and a gander on. My horse - steady as anything, once passed a glass delivery truck when someone dropped a full sized patio door that smashed without turning a hair - would get worried when we approached and would try to dash past as fast as he could.

Walking the track was even worse. I could often get them to back off if I stood my ground and hissed back and even ran at the gander, but this was off breeding season. If the geese were laying, NOBODY walked that track and the horses went the long way round.

Oh dear. I remember as a child going through my uncles farm. At one part we had to check before opening the gate that it was clear then quickly running through the area that was patrolled by a couple of guard geese! Bloody scary creatures.

The tastiest roast potatoes are cooked in goose fat.

They are fuckers!
There’s a gaggle on the farm near us and when they’re riled up they even try and take on cars !
We were sat there for a good 10-15 mins trying to get past but were too scared to get out of the car .
I’d rather a confrontation with a wolf than those nasty bastards

They are vicious fuckers, we have two near the river who intimidate everyone who dares walk past them - I carry my children when we walk past them, one on my shoulders and one in my arms, these ganders they are horrible and chase and peck at you if they feel like it, horrid little bastards. One I say them chase and vote a poor little girl who was trying to feed them (she was only little so didn’t know)

My parents had geese. Apparently some (breeds?) of Geese are good for guarding, others not so much!

One thing I will say is geese are terrible parents, they usually kill their babies. They huddle around the goslings circling them constantly and normally trample them to death. Because geese are idiots

Our geese weren’t the scary sort and loved a tickle under their chin. Last goose died aged 19!!!