They're buggers! When we used to go to Castle Combe circuit we'd camp in the beer garden of The Bell Inn, Yatton Keynell. We'd sign in and the landlord would hold a 'private party' and have a lock-in for the locals.As I said in my original post, because of fairly strict teachers in the schools I attended any bullying I suffered was fairly mild, BUT when I lived in Shropshire I went to a small village school about a mile, using a footpath across another farmers field, from the farmhouse where I lived. Using the road it was nearer a mile & a half, this all year long, winter & summer & in all weathers. So no brainer, the short cut across the farmers fields was used.
Problem, this farmer had GEESE and they were often left to graze in one or the other of the 2 fields. Anyone who knows anything about these creatures will tell you they can be real bullies and attack and make a huge noise at anything strange or/and they don't like, hence the Romans apparently used them as guards and I found out much later in life, Ballantynes whisky used them to guard their bond, especially little 7 - 9 year old children. I found this out to my cost the first time I encountered the evil beasts, hissing & making a lot of noise the flock leaders attacked me, pecking at my legs & flapping their, to me, huge wings, I nearly s**t myself & did the all time, for a 7 year old, world record to the next style which I cleared without touching!
After that going to & from school was, to me, always fraught with the danger of being "bullied" by these f**king creatures until in my last year there my mother bought me a bicycle enabling me to use the road bypassing the fields.
This is a clip of the Ballantynes geese.
He had geese in the garden and you had to avoid them whilst getting to the tents. One of the group wound them up by sticking his hands in his pockets, flapping his elbows and going "Honk! Honk!" Predictably, they went nuts. Steve went to dive in his tent only to hear 'ZIIIIP! as the zip got shut and held from the inside.
Cue many laps of the tents screaming "BASTARDS!", followed by mental geese.
The landlord's son had joined the RAF and was on leave one time and came out to see the car. The geese attacked him and without batting an eyelid he said "Fuck off" and swatted the gander, who gave up on the idea and cleared off with his gang.