Getting chomped by a goose is just part of the love they have to give us
Or, being beaten into a nosebleed with a wing (yep, my nose cartilage still squeaks).
About the only time I cannot find love and forgiveness for my bitey goose behavior is with my 18 month old grandson. When he is seven or eight, then I figure he'll be old and smart enough to save himself. Until then, I don't let them play together.
My gander Petey, during breeding season, covered me with bruises and blood blisters. Well, I had a few. Before and after breeding season, he is somewhat bitey but leaves no marks. Some geese continue on through the year, but dang it, they have no other way of keeping themselves together, you know? It's not like they can fly away.
I used to threaten my old gander Pinhead with becoming the Christmas goose too
, he was one of those year round butthead thigh biters. Sneaking up behind you attack geese type. I never stopped loving him, even when I was howling in pain. I don't really understand that.