My American Buffs, Gussie and Golly, are pretty docile. I got them as less-than-week-old goslings and handled them every day. Right now, they are in temporary housing waiting for me to finish their new shelter. So, every morning and every evening, I have to transport them to and fro. Golly ALWAYS freaks out when I pick her up and cradle her. But she has never been aggressive to me. Gussie will yell and flap his wings madly when I'm carrying Golly, follow us halfway to the coop -- then wait patiently for me to come pick him up and carry him over the threshold.
They are great at alerting me to human intruders -- although I haven't had to rescue anyone yet, loved that story! Gussie is, however, protective of his goose, and without actually hurting anyone, he will politely lower his head and nicely suggest the ducks move away from his food and mate.
I have not been terribly successful with livestock guardians. My Great Pyrenees was not properly trained before I acquired her at 7 months; she chased the miniature goats until the dowager goat gored her repeatedly. Pearl is now a house dog.
Jerry, a 400-pound spotted donkey, was supposed to protect the goats and sheep. He went to a donkey rescue group after an altercation in which he broke my pelvis in two places as he objected to me feeding treats to another animal and not him. (Just an aside -- this was totally my fault. He nudged me to warn me he was unhappy. I failed to appreciate his seriousness and foolishly turned my back on him).
They are great at alerting me to human intruders -- although I haven't had to rescue anyone yet, loved that story! Gussie is, however, protective of his goose, and without actually hurting anyone, he will politely lower his head and nicely suggest the ducks move away from his food and mate.
I have not been terribly successful with livestock guardians. My Great Pyrenees was not properly trained before I acquired her at 7 months; she chased the miniature goats until the dowager goat gored her repeatedly. Pearl is now a house dog.
Jerry, a 400-pound spotted donkey, was supposed to protect the goats and sheep. He went to a donkey rescue group after an altercation in which he broke my pelvis in two places as he objected to me feeding treats to another animal and not him. (Just an aside -- this was totally my fault. He nudged me to warn me he was unhappy. I failed to appreciate his seriousness and foolishly turned my back on him).