Oh, sure, welcome to it.
About forty years ago I took a very young man (eighteen months) along the edge of the Lac de Bienne to feed the ducks, and his throwing wasn't all that good, some (quite a lot of) the bread landed on the bank rather than in the water. A big old cob was chasing off all the other birds, including the other swans, and was annoyed that the bread wasn't going where it should have (inside him), so waddled up and went into attack mode, not 'collect bread from the edge' mode. Obviously I was defender designate, so got bitten -you can't call that pecked – and he drew blood. That's gratitude for you; scared Christophe and upset his mother when I got him home.