Folks, a rooster's spurs are not his only weapon. When a rooster raked me from behind, completely unexpectedly, and I turned to face him, he then charged at me and got me just under the knee with his beak! He hit me so hard, it felt like a full-grown man had swung at me full force with the claw end of a hammer and nearly took me to the ground. I can only imagine what that beak could do to someone's face or eyes. As I staggered, he then launched himself at me, repeatedly, using wings, claws and beak, and yes, probably spurs as well. I used my cane to defend myself but he kept coming until my husband rescued me. I felt I was in a battle for my life. I'm a pretty tough old bird myself and could not believe a rooster could beat me up as badly as he did. But while he won that battle, he did not win the war. He never saw another sunrise. Since then my motto has been, Strike one, you're out.