Celestia, but geese are terrifying! Did you know they've got little teeth on their tongues. My Aunt Agatha keeps them along with her swans. Appropriately so. She's a nephew-crusher if ever there was one.

[He shudders at the memories of being chased around the garden.]

The blighters are liable to go after you if you so much as sneeze in their direction. The geese, I mean, not nephew-crushing aunts. Although... I suppose the same holds true. In any case, I'm sure they'll get us both sorted on some equine tactics for bobbing the weave and giving what for!

I do think it's still a friendly place, by and large, though. Nothing to say it can't be both: pleasant and dangerous.