My mother was attacked by a giant duck at the park once. It clung tight by wrapping its legs around her leg, and it pecked up and down her shin. It was so big and heavy that eventually a good samaritan had to help her get it off. At her next visit to her doctor, he asked her what all the scratches and small bruises up and down her leg were, and she said a duck. He said he knew which duck she was talking about; it had attacked his wife that previous weekend. THE END.

i love how committed he is to keep the camera rolling while fighting off the goose.

The goose will always win.

Can geese be rabid?

Is it just me, or is the goose clearly saying “fuck off” around the 1:30 mark?