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I had a little white bantam roo given to me years ago when I had RIR hens who had never been with a roo, ever. He loved them instantly. They hated him instantly. And he hated me instantly. I lived in the bush hippy-style then, and had a pair of knee-high wooly striped purple and blue toe socks which I would wear with the proverbial hippy Birkenstck sandals. I didn't realize that it was the socks that was setting him off, but he'd see me and the fight was on. He'd leap at me with his spurs and send me screaming and flailing back to my cabin. One day I had my knee high gum boots on over those socks and he completely ignored me, so the coin dropped and I had an AHA moment. I pulled my foot out of my boot to show him my sock and BANG the fight was on. Put my boot back on and he stopped and looked confused, took off my boot again, slipped it back on, etc etc.
Yup I had too much time on my hands, playing mind games with a rooster.
Your pink flip flops reminded of that story.
I'm still snickering remembering that. HMMM ... still too much time on my hands, maybe.