Actually... I was one of those people before April. I was terrified of chickens. I had a rooster attack me when I was little, and it left scars still visible today. Ever since then, I have just been absolutely terrified of anything with feathers, especially chickens, I would avoid live ones at all costs.
But this past March, my neighbor's chicken (actually his wife's) got loose from the coop, and my yorkie-poo saw her and started chasing her. She ran under our shed building, and wouldn't come out. I spent the night and day trying to get her out, cause as much as I didn't like chickens, I didn't want my animals to hurt her. So I raked all the leaves out, and eventully flushed her out, I tried to shoo her home, but she just wouldn't go. So I ended up picking her up (OMG you should have seen me
hoping she wouldn't start pecking me, looking back on it I get a big
)
So I started carrying her home, and she decided she wanted to perch on my arm, so me being scared almost crapless I let her do as she pleased. I knocked on the neighbor's door, he didn't answer, then I guess he saw me put her in the coop. He said he really appreciated what I did (he knew I was terrified of them too, him and his family tried to get me to pet one of their BR's one day, and I ran screaming, or would walk a mile away from their birds
)
So I felt really accomplished, like I had conquered a life long fear, the next week, I bought me some BR, GSL, and BSL bitty gals.
I only have 3 of my original 10, but I love em
I can't be scared of them, I raised them from bitties, thats all I can see when I look at them. guess its the same as a big boxer dog, all the owner can see is that tiny pup they brought home, the rest of the world sees a really big dog that can hurt them.
But this past March, my neighbor's chicken (actually his wife's) got loose from the coop, and my yorkie-poo saw her and started chasing her. She ran under our shed building, and wouldn't come out. I spent the night and day trying to get her out, cause as much as I didn't like chickens, I didn't want my animals to hurt her. So I raked all the leaves out, and eventully flushed her out, I tried to shoo her home, but she just wouldn't go. So I ended up picking her up (OMG you should have seen me
So I started carrying her home, and she decided she wanted to perch on my arm, so me being scared almost crapless I let her do as she pleased. I knocked on the neighbor's door, he didn't answer, then I guess he saw me put her in the coop. He said he really appreciated what I did (he knew I was terrified of them too, him and his family tried to get me to pet one of their BR's one day, and I ran screaming, or would walk a mile away from their birds
So I felt really accomplished, like I had conquered a life long fear, the next week, I bought me some BR, GSL, and BSL bitty gals.
I only have 3 of my original 10, but I love em
