Animals are really unpredictable and you have to be really careful around them. Even dogs can bite their master after he had fed them. I've looked at some digital sabong and I've seen many accidents. I don't know why animals are acting like this, but I am sure that there is a certain reason. I should speak with a vet about this matter since I am sure that he knows better than me. Documenting about anything is really important to me since I want to know why certain things are happening, especially the ones related to animals.
Maser?
Clyde
The liberal mind is an endless black hole of stupidity.
When I was a kid, my aunt had a rooster that would attack you. I killed it one morning, for attacking me, and she fried it for dinner. Toughest old bird I ever tried to eat.
My BIL has 2 roosters and 1 will attack you. Had it jump on me about 2 years ago. Didn't hurt because I had on jeans, but I broke it from attacking me. I would stomp my foot at it and when it would jump at me, I'd kick it. Not hard enough to hurt it, just send it into the air a few feet. Did this until I had the rooster running from me. After that, if it even came around me, all I had to do was stomp my foot and it would run away. Told my SIL about it and now she doesn't have to tote a stick while in the yard to keep the rooster from attacking.
My current rooster is small (not much bigger than the average hen - might be part bantam), and keeps his distance from me. My previous rooster, Rodrigo (pictured below), was huge (about twice the size of an average hen) and nearly fearless. Early on, he'd attack me pretty regularly when I approached the hen house to do my chores. Then I started a well timed kick (like you describe) with the top of my foot, just hard enough to hurt a little and send him reeling back. At first, he'd come right at me again, and get a second kick. After a few times like this, he started keeping his distance just far enough from me so I can't reach him. That was good enough.
Nice looking rooster. Looks like a show bird.
I never had trouble with most varieties. But the little Asian and a polish breeds couldnt be tamed. The feed bucket was my shield. If they caught me looking the other way, they'd fly straight at my head full force. This usually happened when going out the door and looking down at the latch and turning. WACK!!! Those little pit bulls would hit the door as I'd slam it....right where my head was half a second earlier. I hated the Vietnamese one as much as he hated me. LOL! 🐓🐔🐔🐔🍗🍗
We had roosters on the farm when I was a lad. One attacked me. We ate it that evening for dinner.
We never had them, but Great Grandparents did on their farm. She would always kill a couple of hens when we visited for Sunday Dinner.
One Sunday, when I was 5, I went with Great Grandmother to catch one. Their old Rooster jumped up and spurred me on the back. Great GrandDad picked up his Double Barreled 12 ga from behind the back door. Boom.
I’ve still got his shotgun. 🤠 And I’ve got her old Iron Skillet too.
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"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
Animals are really unpredictable and you have to be really careful around them. Even dogs can bite their master after he had fed them. I've looked at some digital sabong and I've seen many accidents. I don't know why animals are acting like this, but I am sure that there is a certain reason. I should speak with a vet about this matter since I am sure that he knows better than me. Documenting about anything is really important to me since I want to know why certain things are happening, especially the ones related to animals.
Animals are really unpredictable and you have to be really careful around them. Even dogs can bite their master after he had fed them. I've looked at some digital sabong and I've seen many accidents. I don't know why animals are acting like this, but I am sure that there is a certain reason. I should speak with a vet about this matter since I am sure that he knows better than me. Documenting about anything is really important to me since I want to know why certain things are happening, especially the ones related to animals.
Maser?
Clyde
Spammer.
Yep.
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
Animals are really unpredictable and you have to be really careful around them. Even dogs can bite their master after he had fed them. I've looked at some digital sabong and I've seen many accidents. I don't know why animals are acting like this, but I am sure that there is a certain reason. I should speak with a vet about this matter since I am sure that he knows better than me. Documenting about anything is really important to me since I want to know why certain things are happening, especially the ones related to animals.
Why don't you document for us how to suck a roosters dick.
Animals are really unpredictable and you have to be really careful around them. Even dogs can bite their master after he had fed them. I've looked at some digital sabong and I've seen many accidents. I don't know why animals are acting like this, but I am sure that there is a certain reason. I should speak with a vet about this matter since I am sure that he knows better than me. Documenting about anything is really important to me since I want to know why certain things are happening, especially the ones related to animals.
Maser?
Clyde
Spammer.
NO one clicked on that link I hope.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I never did the hot potato thing to El Feo. Perhaps I should have?
While cleaning the coop a week or so back, the bastid got me. The chicken I have separated from the flock tried to get back in with them. I was closing the coop hatch from the big door and El Feo spurred me trying to get to that bird he's tried to kill.
I wear the chemical gloves and he nailed me right through it. Mostly with leg, the blood thinners I'm on make me bleed easily:
As you can see, he's not a little fella. The spotted bird is a 3 year old Cuckoo Maran. He's about 2x her size. The red bird is a ready to butcher Freedom Ranger I was experimenting with to see if he and the girls would allow me to introduce a new hen or two. If successful I'd have introduced a couple more for egg production. Put that one in at 11PM the night before so the flock might think she was one of there's when they woke up. No such luck, they weren't having it.
The Rangers have been reduced to food now. As of yesterday and today. We'll be grilling one tomorrow!
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I wouldn’t if I was rockin a Commodore Vic20 on the kitchen table next to the black n white philco
They're going to crack your Church Account and get the weekly offerings!
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I never did the hot potato thing to El Feo. Perhaps I should have?
While cleaning the coop a week or so back, the bastid got me. The chicken I have separated from the flock tried to get back in with them. I was closing the coop hatch from the big door and El Feo spurred me trying to get to that bird he's tried to kill.
I wear the chemical gloves and he nailed me right through it. Mostly with leg, the blood thinners I'm on make me bleed easily:
As you can see, he's not a little fella. The spotted bird is a 3 year old Cuckoo Maran. He's about 2x her size. The red bird is a ready to butcher Freedom Ranger I was experimenting with to see if he and the girls would allow me to introduce a new hen or two. If successful I'd have introduced a couple more for egg production. Put that one in at 11PM the night before so the flock might think she was one of there's when they woke up. No such luck, they weren't having it.
The Rangers have been reduced to food now. As of yesterday and today. We'll be grilling one tomorrow!
A more patient man than I. If it wanted to attack me, it would change or get beat to death. If it was going to attack others or valuable animals. It would be a different kind of stock.
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
I never did the hot potato thing to El Feo. Perhaps I should have?
While cleaning the coop a week or so back, the bastid got me. The chicken I have separated from the flock tried to get back in with them. I was closing the coop hatch from the big door and El Feo spurred me trying to get to that bird he's tried to kill.
I wear the chemical gloves and he nailed me right through it. Mostly with leg, the blood thinners I'm on make me bleed easily:
As you can see, he's not a little fella. The spotted bird is a 3 year old Cuckoo Maran. He's about 2x her size. The red bird is a ready to butcher Freedom Ranger I was experimenting with to see if he and the girls would allow me to introduce a new hen or two. If successful I'd have introduced a couple more for egg production. Put that one in at 11PM the night before so the flock might think she was one of there's when they woke up. No such luck, they weren't having it.
The Rangers have been reduced to food now. As of yesterday and today. We'll be grilling one tomorrow!
A more patient man than I. If it wanted to attack me, it would change or get beat to death. If it was going to attack others or valuable animals. It would be a different kind of stock.
Only time he has gone after me. Usually just waits in the morning for their feed and comes running in the evening for their scratch. Calls his girls when I toss something good to eat into the Gulag, like mango peels and strawberry hulls.
He's really good at watching the perimeter and the sky when I let them range too.
When it's time, those nice hackles of his will be mine though!
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I found this line in the originally linked story to be hilarious:
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A public warning has been issued on the dangers of seemingly harmless animals, news.au.com reports.
I wonder if they mentioned gerbils for those folks so inclined?
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
My cousin’s wife’s brother in Vermont fought gamecocks, quite illegal and unusual up there I would think.
He gave us a rooster and some game hens and we added a few barred rock hens.
That was a great rooster, his combs and spurs had been cut for fighting, the spurs grew back. You could get him to crouch, flare his hackes and jump at you if you stuck a hand in his face like it was another chicken but he never started it.
They were free range and when you scattered chicken feed the game hens would come flying in three feet off the ground like pheasants. The game hens would hide their nests in the bushes and the chicks were striped like wild fowl. Ended up with so many I would break their eggs when I found the nests as birth control.
The barred rock hens OTOH were entirely comic and goofy. There was a old barn on the property and they would climb the inside stairs to lay eggs in the hayloft. Coming down they would invariably choose the hayloft window, look and look and look and then launch themselves into space, wings flapping furiously, hit the ground and bounce.
Once one snuck in the open kitchen door and laid an egg down the hall behind the couch 🙂
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
I never did the hot potato thing to El Feo. Perhaps I should have?
While cleaning the coop a week or so back, the bastid got me. The chicken I have separated from the flock tried to get back in with them. I was closing the coop hatch from the big door and El Feo spurred me trying to get to that bird he's tried to kill.
I wear the chemical gloves and he nailed me right through it. Mostly with leg, the blood thinners I'm on make me bleed easily:
As you can see, he's not a little fella. The spotted bird is a 3 year old Cuckoo Maran. He's about 2x her size. The red bird is a ready to butcher Freedom Ranger I was experimenting with to see if he and the girls would allow me to introduce a new hen or two. If successful I'd have introduced a couple more for egg production. Put that one in at 11PM the night before so the flock might think she was one of there's when they woke up. No such luck, they weren't having it.
The Rangers have been reduced to food now. As of yesterday and today. We'll be grilling one tomorrow!
A more patient man than I. If it wanted to attack me, it would change or get beat to death. If it was going to attack others or valuable animals. It would be a different kind of stock.
Only time he has gone after me. Usually just waits in the morning for their feed and comes running in the evening for their scratch. Calls his girls when I toss something good to eat into the Gulag, like mango peels and strawberry hulls.
He's really good at watching the perimeter and the sky when I let them range too.
When it's time, those nice hackles of his will be mine though!
Got into the rabbit business at around 12. First one won in an Easter egg hunt, dam white buck. He got named Cuddles by my sister. But once he dropped his nuts, he wasn't very nice anymore. Sumbitch bit everyone he could. In the meantime Dad did his thing, we built several pens and he bought a bunch more rabbits.
Once we had another buck, dad said something about Cuddles during a butchering session. Went straight to his pen, smacked him in the head and threw him in the water. Dad just laughed. "Guess you had enough of him, huh?".
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
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