Every morning I go and let the girls out and check each one give them a pat on the back or ruffle some feathers and what not. This morning my Big Boss Lady didn't like that I petted one of the others first and jumped up and "POW, right in the kisser!" It was tragic, I mean blood and everything, LOL. Last year I learned not to have a stare down (face to face) with a chicken because they can't resist shiny eyeballs. Any one else have unintentional injuries from their feathered friends?

OUCH!!!!!
OUCH!!!!!