My grandmother had chickens and one rooster was my sister’s. It was a mean sumbitch and always going after people.
One day my grandmother was hobbling along with her cane and the rooster came after her, so she gave a swing with her cane and the rooster dropped. Grandma starts crying, in her heavy German accent “I keeled Maria’s cheeken, I keeled Maria’s cheeken.” A couple minutes later the rooster got up, shook his head and took off.
About a week later the bastage went after my 2 year old cousin and raked her leg pretty good. He lost his head after that. Grandma made soup.
Couple years ago took Slavyanka and kids to a local nursery for a Mother’s Day tea party. They had a big pond on the property with swans. One young girl in the group got too close to the pond and the male came ripping across to attack. Everbody (all women) suddenly ran behind me, so I figured “It’s you or me, sumbitch” and stood my ground. He stopped about 5 feet away.
