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My sister had an ornery rooster when we were kids. It went after my grandmother once and she whacked it with her cane. Knocked it cold, but she thought she'd killed it. Was crying (in broken German/English) "I kilt Maria's cheekin!" It got up and shook it off.

A couple weeks later it raked my 3 yr old cousin on the legs. Grandma didn't even hesitate. That bastid was soup an hour later.

Dad oughta teach that kid to use more than his right leg.

Kid looked to be getting wore out too.

Good candidate for dumplins

My first thought as well. Give the kid a stick. If he killed it, eat it. If not, it would at least leave him alone...

Was he in Bad Santa?

My wife wanted to keep her “favorite” rooster since he was not mean….until he was. 😂. He matured and I suppose the hormones got raging which meant that he’d try to chase her off every time she went out to the coop. One day “Batman” caught my wife in a less than patient mood and he tried to chase her off again. Without saying a word my wife marched back to the house, grabbed the 410 pump I kept at the back door, dropped a shell into the chamber and blew his head off….literally. She racked the slide open and calmly told me that I had more crab bait!

I was proud of her….and just a tad frightened. 😂

Now I need to watch that movie again

Toehead needs to back inside to his video games and sugar pops the way it looks?

The kid has been eating plenty of dumplings it seems.

That rooster was just kind of standing there going “WTF?” And, or thinking, “I’m gonna wait for this retard to wear himself out and then I’m gonna phuque him up.”

Have had free range hens with a rooster to keep them company around here for years. Some are nasty, some are nice. Once they're nasty and looking for a fight at every turn, there's no getting it out of them short of killing them. They have no off switch, and getting their butt kicked good and proper is no deterrent for the next time.

I've found the best way is that at the first sign of getting cocky when they're still young, I drop whatever I'm doing and run them like the devil is after them. 3 times around the house, up the wooded ridge back of the house, whatever it takes. They don't forget and after that you're the top dog. The one I got now is a dandy rooster and has never acted out as an adult, but he got the devil after him treatment when he was young.

When I was 4 or 5 we had a sly rooster, with about 2" spurs. Or more. I remember them as enormous, anyway. When no one was looking he would come after me, but, since no one saw it, I wasn't believed as he never went after anyone else, until the day I came in with bleeding gouges.

My dad took me out to the barnyard, and the rooster totally ignored us. A bit later we snuck out when the rooster could not see us, and around the backside of the delapidated old barn. Dad insisted I walk around the corner of the barn to where the rooster could see me, but I sure didn't want to, while he kept out of sight.

Sure enough, here came the rooster, and I ducked back around the corner to Dad. When the rooster came around the corner he met a mightily swung 2x4 and became dinner meat.

No problem, we had another rooster or two, and every spring one to three free-range hens would sneak a nest and brood to keep us in chicken, as well as eggs.

When I was 11 my aunt's mean rooster flogged my 4 year old brother. I kicked that rooster hard in the breast and the next day he was dead, I never said a word to anyone.

Dad needs to stop screaming like a little girl.

At about age 5 or 6, I frequently had to outrun the turkeys and geese to make it to a friend's farmhouse. At that age, both were tall enough to look me in the eye and run me off if I wasn't quick enough. Life would have been better if I'd had a mentor school me up on broomsticks.

Those funky pajamas just pissed that rooster off.

Show that kid a video of Ali doing the rope-a-dope, waiting for the bucket head to tire himself out.

Use your head for more than a hat rack...

What a little puzzy just run in and grab the bastard my the neck and choke him unconscious. It’ll calm him down for a day or two then rinse and repeat.

I forgot about a barnyard goose.

That kids would have been scared for the rest of his life.