I had a bitter Leghorn roo that would lurk in the trees or barn roof for an aerial attack. He was a fury-ful dink, so I tolerated him for a bit and armed myself with a broom. When the broom tactics became annoyingly futile due to the roo's persistence, he was butchered...and, I hate to admit, with a certain amount of glee because the torment would be over. Anyway, underneath all the feathers was the scrawniest little 2-lb carcass ever. He was all mean and no meat!
I am in agreement with the other folks on here: Life is too short to have to tolerate a mean roo. Best to eliminate the hassle.
I am in agreement with the other folks on here: Life is too short to have to tolerate a mean roo. Best to eliminate the hassle.