My #2 can be a pill. I love him to death, but he has a knack for tormenting his brothers and cousins. He likes to stir the "proverbial" pot just to get things going. It is aggravating to all involved. He is afraid of a few things, one of them being his "beloved" roosters. He gives them great accolades, but when it comes down to it he is terrified of them.
I sort of take pleasure in the fact that he is terrified of the roosters. Here is a great example of some simple humor for a mom of a ruffian. I went next door, for what reason I cannot say as I have forgotten. At the time of my disappearance my 3 boys were winding down from school and carpool, I let them watch a 1/2 sitcom on Disney or some such thing. Well when I got back from my SIL's house I hear some whimpering coming from behind our garbage can, lo and behold there is boy #2 in a crouch squeezed between the garbage can and the fence it backs up to, more whimpering. I take one look and ask "What's the problem? Why are you sitting back there whimpering?" He is too upset to answer me so I take a look around. What do I see? The roosters. Minding their own business, scratching, crowing, pecking, looking around. They don't have a care in the world and the last thing on their mind is a 6 year old too afraid to move for fear of being spurred.
Call me cruel but when he is reduced to tears and in fear of a silly little bird it makes me laugh. Not just a giggle, but one of those laughs that come from deep in the belly, make you want to cry kind of laugh. I just can't help but laugh. This boy who struts around trying to reduce his brothers and cousins to this state has been given the hammer, so to speak, by 2 territorial roosters. Don't get me wrong, if they feel threatened they will inflict pain, but this is something only #1 has experienced. I think seeing him get the brunt of the fowl has scarred him for life.
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This is a funny story, you should tell him that the way he feels around the rooster is the way his brothers and cousins feel when he is mean to them, maybe he will be less of a pain?? Thanks for stoping by my blog!
That is fantastic! I would laugh at him too lol.
Mean Mean Mommy for laughing...LOL
I would laugh too. That is just how it works with kids isn't it?
Great Story!
What comes around goes around! ;)
When my 15 year old was 4 she got chased by a neighbor's chicken. She ran screaming all the way home. The next day she broke out in Chicken Pox. Not one person can convince her that that chicken didn't give her chicken pox.
That's pretty funny. I'd laugh too. Did you ever ask him what it is about the roosters that scares him so?
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You take pleasure in his terror, lol. That's pretty funny that they keep him from getting too full of himself. ;)
LOL! Bully Schmully!
How funny! I couldn't help but laugh myself!
Dear Suzi! Thanks for stopping by on my blog and share this funny story :-)Have a great week...love, Evi
Popped in from SITS to say hi!
i laughed just picturing this! :)
we just got our first chicks (wrote about it on my blog today), but we didn't get any roosters with them. now my hubby is saying we might need to get a rooster...not sure i want to get them because i have heard they can be mean, but who knows. i think they entire thing is going to be an experience for us the next few months! :)
I often laugh when I wish I wouldn't. But that would be one of those times I would laugh and probably not feel too bad about it.
I am giggling over here!
hmm....I was spurred once and my son was 5 and was chased by a rooster trying to spur him so I kinda relate....those spurs are long and really dirty...
HEY! Are you gonna laugh at me? I'm afraid of roosters, too! I'm not even sure why. I'm sure it had to do with one chasing me around on the family farm when I was little. But they STILL creep me out! LOL
~Shaye
Hi Suzi- thanks for stopping by my blog. Love yours, now I can someone to swap rooster stories with! What is it with them? Why would they attack the ones who feed them? Stupid!
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