One of my breaks made it into an issue of RW and the local papper a few years back.
About 5 am one May morning I was pelting down a towpath between a river and canal on my bike, going way too fast but there was no other bugger about. A goose flew out of some reeds on the river side of the path and aimed himself straight at my head. I tried to duck (no pun intended) but it me full on in the face. I swerved and came off my bike, smacked my head on a mooring stake and fell head first into the canal. Well I would have if my legs hadn't been hanging over the mooring chain. My head was under water, legs waving madly in the air. Fortunatley my legs followed the rest of me into the canal. I managed to get out and stagger to the nearest road, flag down a car who called my Mrs (my phone wouldn't work, it was wet). She wouldn't come and get me as it would mean waking all of the kids up so the car driver took me to hospital.
Concusion and brocken wrist, fortunatley I had my helmet on or it might well have been curtains.
I can only presume that the goose had it's nest in the reeds.