Roosters suck! I, the one who takes good care of the birds, was attacked by not one, but two roosters today and let me tell you I was in no mood to tangle. My mood and or tolerance for any such altercation, bird or boys, was very limited indeed.
It all started with Mr. D, a Danish Leghorn, who happened to be in my personal space. He was between me and my door. I needed to get into the house and he was in my way. I calmly start to walk by and what do I get? An attack of the fowl. Well let me tell you he got an attack I hope he remembers.....he was, literally, kicked off the porch, but came back for more. I gave him another kick, a hard one and then I picked up the nearest item, which happened to be one of the boys mud boots and hucked it as hard as I could at the da** bird. Nailed him! Boy that felt good. After a good a** kickin' Mr. D decided he was done tangling with me.
Not two seconds later I am headed into the coop to collect eggs, clean water, and make sure they have some food and Rhodie follows me into the pen. Well he has had his eye on me for some time. I think he decided he had big enough balls to attack......and attack he did! Well, I gave him a good a** kickin' too! He went a** over tea kettle and slammed into the fence. That one felt good too! I could tell he wanted more, but I think he thought better of it. Instead he just watched me to see what I was going to do and where I was going to go. He eyed me all the way out of the pen. The worst part of it is that I lost an egg in my altercation with Rhodie.
If those 2 cocks think they are going to have a piece of this chick they are going to have to think again. I just may have to go in there and wrap my hands around their necks and let them know that they will be dinner if they decide to challenge me again. Da** birds! I WILL get the better of them, I will!