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When I was 13, I swore I would never own a chicken and I would never force my son to pick up eggs for anyone! My grandmother had chickens, she had a rooster that saw anything that entered the coop as something to attack and maime to the best of his ability. If you had ever entered her coop, you had scars.
She had a system for collecting the eggs, you took two buckets, both full of water. You opened the door, and when the roo attacked you threw the first bucket of water on him and grabbed eggs as fast as you could and put them in that bucket. By the time you got the eggs gathered the roo was ready for round two and would attack again. At this time you threw bucket number two on him and ran for the door. All this without breaking any eggs of course!
One day I went after the eggs and did the bucket of water routine with the first bucket and went for the eggs. The roo recovered quicker this time and I had to use the second bucket before I finished grabbing eggs. I didn't get all the eggs by the time he came at the third time and I panicked and swung the bucket at him to scare him away from me. Either I misjudged the distance, or he jumped too close, but all I heard was "THWANGGGGGGG!!!" and the rooster hit the ground.... stone cold dead. I didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't lie, I knew I couldn't confess, I knew I was as dead as that rooster was.
I went back in with the eggs, she asked if I had any trouble, I said I had, but I wouldn't any longer, the rooster dropped dead. She just looked at me and stared me in the eye until I started babbling like a fool and confessed all, she already knew, she'd seen what happened.
I make sure all my buckets are plastic.....
She had a system for collecting the eggs, you took two buckets, both full of water. You opened the door, and when the roo attacked you threw the first bucket of water on him and grabbed eggs as fast as you could and put them in that bucket. By the time you got the eggs gathered the roo was ready for round two and would attack again. At this time you threw bucket number two on him and ran for the door. All this without breaking any eggs of course!
One day I went after the eggs and did the bucket of water routine with the first bucket and went for the eggs. The roo recovered quicker this time and I had to use the second bucket before I finished grabbing eggs. I didn't get all the eggs by the time he came at the third time and I panicked and swung the bucket at him to scare him away from me. Either I misjudged the distance, or he jumped too close, but all I heard was "THWANGGGGGGG!!!" and the rooster hit the ground.... stone cold dead. I didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't lie, I knew I couldn't confess, I knew I was as dead as that rooster was.
I went back in with the eggs, she asked if I had any trouble, I said I had, but I wouldn't any longer, the rooster dropped dead. She just looked at me and stared me in the eye until I started babbling like a fool and confessed all, she already knew, she'd seen what happened.
I make sure all my buckets are plastic.....