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NO HE IS NOT EXAGERRATING!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been accused of the same thing. My EE rooster I raised for and day one, hated me even though I was the one who fed, water and gave treats too. My BF had no problem with him. Even told me that I was over dramatic about him, until I was out in the run and he saw him run from 100ft and sneak up on me and spur me in the back of my bare legs, he hit me so hard he left bruises, needless to say I chased him with a broom handle (I know not good but was mad and hated that bird) he of coarse won, I tired out and had the BF do him in. (bullet to the head doesn't always work the first time it takes like 3) We thought it was going to be swift kill no it wasn't. It was horrible even for me.
Oh come on, my little rooster? My cute little spangled hamburg rooster? Attacking a brutish Nordic-built man as tall as a six foot tree? Whereas little ol' five foot tall me with my, y'know, really really scary flower-print tops gets to carry Mr. Rooster all around the house tucked under her arm and he just leans in and hopes I scratch his neck. Pffffttttt my husband, he exaggerates! My rooster could never do ANYTHING wrong. My husband, he's the one who lies. Po' widdle fwuffy wooster. It never dun anythin'. It just wanted some hens, maybe some oats and a couple of corn cobs. And here comes my husband being all boofy and hatin' roosters...
Hahaha. No really, I do think the rooster probably does hate him. For some reason ALL my birdies just adore me like I'm the greatest thing in the world. I've had hens for a whole week hop into my lap before. I've got some strange bird voo-doo... it took me about 3 days, but I got the rooster under my spell too. Husband can't figure it out. I've had wild peacocks eat from my hand.
NO HE IS NOT EXAGERRATING!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been accused of the same thing. My EE rooster I raised for and day one, hated me even though I was the one who fed, water and gave treats too. My BF had no problem with him. Even told me that I was over dramatic about him, until I was out in the run and he saw him run from 100ft and sneak up on me and spur me in the back of my bare legs, he hit me so hard he left bruises, needless to say I chased him with a broom handle (I know not good but was mad and hated that bird) he of coarse won, I tired out and had the BF do him in. (bullet to the head doesn't always work the first time it takes like 3) We thought it was going to be swift kill no it wasn't. It was horrible even for me.
Oh come on, my little rooster? My cute little spangled hamburg rooster? Attacking a brutish Nordic-built man as tall as a six foot tree? Whereas little ol' five foot tall me with my, y'know, really really scary flower-print tops gets to carry Mr. Rooster all around the house tucked under her arm and he just leans in and hopes I scratch his neck. Pffffttttt my husband, he exaggerates! My rooster could never do ANYTHING wrong. My husband, he's the one who lies. Po' widdle fwuffy wooster. It never dun anythin'. It just wanted some hens, maybe some oats and a couple of corn cobs. And here comes my husband being all boofy and hatin' roosters...
Hahaha. No really, I do think the rooster probably does hate him. For some reason ALL my birdies just adore me like I'm the greatest thing in the world. I've had hens for a whole week hop into my lap before. I've got some strange bird voo-doo... it took me about 3 days, but I got the rooster under my spell too. Husband can't figure it out. I've had wild peacocks eat from my hand.