I stood in our back yard talking to a friend on the phone. The day was sunny and we had been talking for a while. I herd a noise behind me, so I turn to see my rooster challenging me with a stared that I new all to well, His eyes not leaving my legs. Wearing sandals and shorts, I knew this would not end well. I stood frozen not wanting to feel his two-inch long spars in my legs. It doesn’t seem like much, but those spars can pierce through jeans and winter boots easily. They leave a stinging pain that last half the day, and a scar for a memory. I had nothing to protect myself with. The small black broom that the roosters feared so much was inside the coop, much to far for me to reach. If I even as so much lifted a foot the fight would begin. I told my friend, who was still on the phone to hold on.
My mind was working; I was making up a plan. He was about four feet away from me. I glanced to the left. Our fenced in garden was about 10 yards or 30 feet away. May be just maybe I could make it. In my head I counted one, two, THREE!! I bolted toured the garden, running as fast I as I could, phone still in hand, screaming.
Now don’t let any one ever tell you that roosters aren’t fast, they don’t know what there talking about! I was running full speed! I glanced behind me and what did I see Hope, my rooster, right at my heels. He chased me half way around the garden, before I had enough room to jump the fence. Heart racing, I stood, not believing how far he chased me. And he was still by the garden fence, guarding it. I walked to the garden gate, and Hope followed me on the out side of the fence. I need to now get to the house, which was about another 10 yards away.
“Are you all right?” my friend asked from the phone. Yea! I am Ok!!! I yelled as I plode through the garden gate running past the unexpected Hope, as soon as he saw me he was right behind me. I ran as fast as I could and jumped our all four of our house steps, swung open the door and slammed it behind me. I stood leaning against the door breathing deep. Thankfully my rooster stopped chasing me at the bottom of the steps.
The next day I went out to the coop, completely prepared to tackle him. I wore bright red super padded dirt bike pants. Shin guards, and a heavy sweet shirt for when I pin him down, oh did I mention he bites.
My friends watched from a distance as I walked confidently toured the coop. today was the day, I just new it. I would become top roo, and I did. It took a lot of the day. I chased him, and pinned him down when he tried to jump up and spar me. at one point I had him pinned down, we where both breathing really hard. I was so mad at him. He lay on the ground, my hand keeping him from getting up. All was silence, except for our heavy breathing. We looked at each other for a few minutes, each caching our breath. Then Hope did a very stupid thing. I was up to the top mad at him. And when that rooster turned his head around, and bit me hard enough that I let go of him. That did it!! I had snapped. I ran full speed screaming at him. I grabbed the little black broom witch he feared so much, and chased him. That really did it he was freaked out, and would not come near me. If I challenged him, he would walk away. That was the day I defeated him.
Of course if I stop acting like the top rooster Hope will almost certainly, take that as a weakness. Then the hold dominance battle will start right back up again, and I will once again have to show my boys whose king of the roost. To have roosters I must say it is a lot of work, but for me it’s completely worth it. I am so glad I have them, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
The END
PS.
Hope passed away this past July. he was truly the meanest rooster I have ever known. and I never really ever completely dominated him. every day I had to watch my back. He was a very special rooster to me, and no matter how mean, I loved him to moon and back.
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