This reminds me of a bad tempered gander my dad had a few years ago. The blipping thing used to peck at the tyres on my dad's car given half a chance. One day my dad was reversing out when the gander came out of nowhere so my dad put his foot down. My stepmother shouted for him to stop and get out as she thought he had clipped the gander with the car trying to get away. "Flip that" said my dad "he's bad enough at the best of times. If I've clipped him with the car he'll mad as hell now!!" lol
Over the years he's had a few bad tempered web footed birds. We had one drake years ago that was an absolute tyrant. He'd chase the dog. You knew he'd caught the dog when a yelp went up! He was so bad my dad dug a second pond to try and keep him busy.
As a child my mother used to go camping on uncle Jimmy's small holding every year. A holiday they called it - she called it slave labour. Anyway, uncle Jimmy had this vicious goose called Sadie. Everyone & I mean everyone was terrified of it. It would come at her & anyone else foolish enough to move like a bat out of hell. Even the postman refused to deliver letters.