- Mar 27, 2011
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When I was younger, I was attacked by a rooster and I was short enough that it spurred my head. Blood blood everywhere! I remember the hot blood just oozing off my head
ewww. Since then, I carry a walking stick about as long as I am tall whenever I am around the chickens. If a rooster tries to attack me again, he'll be getting a lesson from the school of hard knocks.

