This is my beautiful Rooster George Michael. George Michael loves me. He runs to greet me when he sees me outside. He trots after me happily when it is time to lock up the barn. I pick him up and tell him how wonderful he is and he puts up with me touching his tail feathers and wattle, and ruffling his hackle feathers. He makes an endearing growling noise whenever he eats. He's my bud.
But he hates my children.
Every time the kids step out the door he thinks he has something to prove and runs at them and pecks their legs. Repeatedly. On Sunday poor little Charlie came in the house with bleeding cuts on his ankles where he was pecked. George Michael had chased him across an acre and absolutely terrified him in the process. Keep in mind this rooster is BIG, especially to a four year old and it really does hurt to be pecked. Especially when it breaks skin, or leaves a bruise. And Charlie is short enough where his eyes could seriously be a target in one of these attacks.
Since Steve is also a target of my beautiful Rooster's hatred, the consensus of the (obviously non-alpha) males around here is that we have a crock-pot chicken dinner real soon.
Bird-you have been warned! Be nice, or be dinner!
2 comments:
Hilarious! But scary for your 4yo. I know my 4yo would be terrified. Sounds like the rooster's days are numbered.;-)
I was hoping that once the rooster got used to the kids and was around them outdoors this spring he would change his tune but so far no luck...Charlie won't go outside unless I put the rooster back in the barn! Not sure I can find another family who wants to take a "mean" rooster, either!
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