My Grandpa was telling me he used to keep fighting chickens, and how beautiful they were; when he got real sad, and said, "I hated to see them get hurt."
In all my life, that was the saddest I'd ever seen him; so I like to keep fighting chickens that never fight. I like to tame them as pets, and see them be gentle. There's nothing on earth that makes me feel more like my Grandpa's with me.
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I loved the looks of these roosters, but they were way too mean for me!
I got the big guy to guard my hen and fertilize her eggs, for the nutrition, not chicks.
My friend wasn't spending enough time at home to feed them, so he gave me all his birds; and I REALLY like those little grays! I wanted to have them free ranging my land. The hens are so sweet and gentle, but that rooster was mean too!
I'm sure it was the way they were raised, but I couldn't get them to stop kicking me, long enough to get hatching eggs from them under my hen. Feeding and watering them was stressful, and usually ended with me bleeding.
After the big guy kicked the little gray in one eye he was easier to blind-side, but he'd still get my hands.
I tried to tame them to no avail. The last straw was when the big black boy shuffled my leg, and kicked a few big holes in my calf.
For over a week I couldn't walk right, until I stretched and walked off the pain. It made waking up to pee in the middle of a cold night, a nightmare!
They were so beautiful in my yard with their hens, and I hated taking them back home to their tiny individual cages; but I don't like mean animals, so...
They got what my Grandpa called, "An Irish promotion:"
"That is to say, they were demoted."
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