It’s true what they say, you know…

Chickens is so stoopid.

Now go! Or I will fail to peck you a second time!This guy’s gonna end up named “My Manservant Cato,” because he has taken to attacking me at every opportunity. For which he always gets a good swift kick, which always seems to come as a complete surprise.

And the best part is, he invariably attacks my lower left leg. Which is the only part of me completely invulnerable to any damage or pain likely to be inflicted by a chicken.

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8 Responses to It’s true what they say, you know…

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    LOL!! Classic! Just call him Cato.

  2. LJH says:

    So, which leg do you kick him with?

  3. Joel says:

    The one I have some control over. I don’t really kick him kick him, y’know; if I wanted him dead I’d kill him, not rupture his insides and spoil the meat. I just get my foot under him and punt him around.

  4. Howard says:

    I have one bared roch cock in my pen. He must be smarter than cato as I only have to punt him about once a week.

  5. jefferson101 says:

    Not having had a whole lot to do with chickens since my 5th Grade 4H project involved a Barred Rock Rooster, I can’t actually offer much intelligence on chickens, one way or the other.

    I will note that my old maternal Grandfather offered me some wisdom on the subject when I was feeding his Chickens regularly, and the big ‘ol “Foghorn Leghorn” rooster got rowdy with me. He told me to just toss the critter away without trying to damage it. He said it was just doing what a rooster does, and I should not try to interfere with that, beyond protecting myself.

    OTOH, I did get to help Grandpa cut the heads off of chickens, including the evil Leghorn, so I guess I learned all I needed to. Chickens are to eat, if they aren’t laying a lot of eggs or suchlike. Or so I was taught.

    Whatever…. That was back in the early 1960’s, and all I’m actually doing is fulfilling my New Year’s resolution that I’m going to start commenting occasionally on blogs that I read regularly.

  6. Buck. says:

    SO…..we get to start calling you “Inspector Clouseau”?

  7. anonymous says:

    He’s going to drive his beak through the back of his head, its assisted suicide . . . :^)

  8. Weetabix says:

    Daughter3 came home from a white elephant gift exchange with a rooster. I think the family thought he’d be a friendly pet, but he started pecking people and chasing the women. I gave him a healthy swat on the head. They ran away; it seemed to encourage him.

    He made several tasty pot pies.

To the stake with the heretic!