MEAN OL’ ROOSTER #1

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MEAN OL’ ROOSTER

A few of my chickens

Barb mentioned that mean rooster. We had a rooster that was suppose to be a hen so he was handled a lot. By the time he was big enough to know he wasn’t a hen the damage was done. He was so heavily imprinted that there was no fear of humans or fear of anything (thank heavens for small favors).

We never went outside with out a stick, pitch fork or a bucket of water. Well one day he came after me and I took a pitch fork after him. I looked like a kung fu warrior in a movie. Jabbing here and missing every where. In all the times I tried to damage this stupid bird I never got him but twice. While him and I are battling it out and just as I get him on the run I tripped over something and boy did I do a belly flop on dry land. OML it took out every vertebra in my neck and back, knocked the wind right out of me and I was more then just a little dazed. When I could focus again I saw that chicken headed right for me. From that level he looked like a T- Rex just lumbering along at break neck speed. Me in his sights and his beak wide open and rage in his eyes. Man did fear shake me into action. Not only still breathless, and in terrible pain I pull a ninja and pulled the roll flip thing and landed on my feet. pitch fork in hand and unsteadily ready for battle. I could not stab him but I did start swinging that fork with all my might. He took off to wait another time for some unsuspecting soul.
Why didn’t i just kill him. He totally redeemed himself. If you can imagine his best friend was our Cocker- Spaniel, Jace. Sweetest dog ever. Well one day my 3 kids and I were coming home from the movies and there was a strange dog on our porch. I just could not figure out what kind of dog it was. Its tail was long and the color was a cross between a Golden Lab and Heinz 57 Shepard. It wasn’t a dog that I had seen before. We live in the country so we get a lot of animals dropped of on the road and end up at our place, so I figured that is what happened. I pull into my driveway which is about 1/8 of a mile long and as I get closer I become ever more confused. This just is not a dog.

Oh Man I have to run. I will give Part 2 later.

You all have a great and wonderful day
Valerie

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