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I sent my laptop in to be fixed, and I don't like hubby's computer. Plus, I'm attempting to prepare myself to be in the BYC Quitters Club.( smoking, that is- Can't quit the BYC addiction) So anyway, the story is on hold ( cause it's on my laptop LOL). Time for a side story:
Flogging, Flogging, and more Flogging....
I started off very much afraid of chickens in general. They peck, chase, bite, peck, peck. When my daughter had chickens at age 16, I swore they sharpened their little beaks. When they saw me, their eyes would turn an evil red and they would come running at me with their sharpened beaks. I carried a broom, and ran.
Then my husband got chickens, and the only time I went near them was when they were in a dog crate in my living room till they feathered out. The only other time I went near them was to get them out of the run when the coop was on fire.
Fast forward 5 years, and he has chickens again. I'm not afraid of them. They are cute when they come running at me. Even when they peck or bite, it's no big deal. But roosters- they are another story. I didn't want to keep ANY roosters. Hubby insisted on keeping 1. Little WeeMan well, no one wants the poor ugly guy, so we have him also.
I have a slight fear of the roosters. Living with the biggest little rooster has made me not terrified of them, but he stands over 2 feet tall- so I'm still a little scared.
The biggest little rooster had ran at me just once. Now we basically have an understanding- he leaves me alone, I leave him alone.
Little WeeMan has gotten me a few times. And in the past week, has gotten me almost every day - but that part comes later.
Last week, the hubby was outside. I believe he was getting food for the chickens. The biggest little rooster and the Ladies were out running around. Hubby had complained that both roosters had come at him the last time he was near them.
So, I'm inside doing something in the kitchen when the hubby runs in. He was saying something about the rooster attacking him. He said he dropped the eggs. I asked him if he wanted me to save him from the biggest little rooster, and he said YES. So, I went outside. On the ground was the bowl of eggs. I spoke to the biggest little rooster, and he ran off into the neighbors yard while hubby got their water.
What a complete role reversal. Hubby running from the rooster, and me saving the day. He wasn't scared- he just didn't like being attacked.
Little WeeMan has taken to attacking almost every day. The first time it happened, I had a plastic bag of greens, so I assumed it was the bag that startled him. He only attacks when I am bringing in food. He does actually hurt. I swore I was going to have a bruise on my thigh from him.
For Christmas, hubby got me a little movie camera, so I can take movies of the chickens. Isn't he sweet? I was outside taping the 2 chcikens who had escaped. They came running to me. The past me would have run like the wind, but the new me giggles. I walk backwards to the run, taping them following me.
I had some bread in my pocket. I was throwing pieces to get the chickens away from the gate, so the loose ones would come in. I wasn't really paying attention to where the camera was focused.
When you watch the movie, you see little WeeMan put his head down, feathers almost standing straight out, then he runs like a football payer off the bottom of the screen. Then you see him flying backwards. Not once, not twice, but six times the scene repeats itself. Then I leave the pen. I went back into the pen immediately, and followed him around. He avoided me.
Ya know what? I'm not afraid of roosters anymore!!!!
Flogging, Flogging, and more Flogging....
I started off very much afraid of chickens in general. They peck, chase, bite, peck, peck. When my daughter had chickens at age 16, I swore they sharpened their little beaks. When they saw me, their eyes would turn an evil red and they would come running at me with their sharpened beaks. I carried a broom, and ran.
Then my husband got chickens, and the only time I went near them was when they were in a dog crate in my living room till they feathered out. The only other time I went near them was to get them out of the run when the coop was on fire.
Fast forward 5 years, and he has chickens again. I'm not afraid of them. They are cute when they come running at me. Even when they peck or bite, it's no big deal. But roosters- they are another story. I didn't want to keep ANY roosters. Hubby insisted on keeping 1. Little WeeMan well, no one wants the poor ugly guy, so we have him also.
I have a slight fear of the roosters. Living with the biggest little rooster has made me not terrified of them, but he stands over 2 feet tall- so I'm still a little scared.
The biggest little rooster had ran at me just once. Now we basically have an understanding- he leaves me alone, I leave him alone.
Little WeeMan has gotten me a few times. And in the past week, has gotten me almost every day - but that part comes later.
Last week, the hubby was outside. I believe he was getting food for the chickens. The biggest little rooster and the Ladies were out running around. Hubby had complained that both roosters had come at him the last time he was near them.
So, I'm inside doing something in the kitchen when the hubby runs in. He was saying something about the rooster attacking him. He said he dropped the eggs. I asked him if he wanted me to save him from the biggest little rooster, and he said YES. So, I went outside. On the ground was the bowl of eggs. I spoke to the biggest little rooster, and he ran off into the neighbors yard while hubby got their water.
What a complete role reversal. Hubby running from the rooster, and me saving the day. He wasn't scared- he just didn't like being attacked.
Little WeeMan has taken to attacking almost every day. The first time it happened, I had a plastic bag of greens, so I assumed it was the bag that startled him. He only attacks when I am bringing in food. He does actually hurt. I swore I was going to have a bruise on my thigh from him.
For Christmas, hubby got me a little movie camera, so I can take movies of the chickens. Isn't he sweet? I was outside taping the 2 chcikens who had escaped. They came running to me. The past me would have run like the wind, but the new me giggles. I walk backwards to the run, taping them following me.
I had some bread in my pocket. I was throwing pieces to get the chickens away from the gate, so the loose ones would come in. I wasn't really paying attention to where the camera was focused.
When you watch the movie, you see little WeeMan put his head down, feathers almost standing straight out, then he runs like a football payer off the bottom of the screen. Then you see him flying backwards. Not once, not twice, but six times the scene repeats itself. Then I leave the pen. I went back into the pen immediately, and followed him around. He avoided me.
Ya know what? I'm not afraid of roosters anymore!!!!
