My parent’s-in-law blessed us with some more chickens (thanks guys!). And they really are a blessing… all except for the one really mean rooster who came along with the group. I really dislike that rooster.
I was trying to fill his water container this morning, that’s all I was trying to do! But he decided he was not going to let me stick my hand in his cage. I tried three times to reach in and grab the water jar, but every time I did he would come flying at me, wings flapping and claws forward, like some Kung Fu Roo!
Of course every time he’d try to grab a hold of my hand I’d “holler” (like my use of Southern terminology?) and quickly pull it out again. The fourth time I was determined to give him his water whether he wanted it or not (after all, there was an innocent hen in the cage with him). I bravely reached my hand in there and just had the water jar within my grasp when he attacked once more. Feeling his claws scratching me, I freaked out! I screamed, and jumped back withdrawing my hand. He saw this as an excellent opportunity to escape and flew out of the coop before I could stop him.
I shut the door fast so that his little hen wouldn’t escape as well. He strutted around proudly below the coop, obviously thinking he was the man.
YOU try catching an evil rooster when you’re 9 months pregnant!
I tried to catch him, but the booger charged after me and attacked my bare foot! Then he ran after Dirty Wilson (our white rooster) and had a little spat with him that I had to break up. What a bully! I had to put Dirty Wilson back in his coop so that they wouldn’t fight any more.
I tried catching him a few more times. I tried to throw a box over him, but he was too fast, and I wasn’t about to try to grab him with my hands again! So, now he’s running loose thinking he owns the place. I think I’ll name him El Diablo (“The Devil” for those non-Spanish speakers).
The kids aren’t too fond of him either. Yesterday he pecked poor little Titus on the nose right through the cage!
Jada had been beside me watching the whole ordeal and saw how mean he was. When I finally gave up and told her I wasn’t going to try to catch him anymore she nonchalantly suggested, “Just shoot him. I’m sure we can make something out of him!” I had to laugh. She is a very practical girl!
My luck he’ll be strutting his stuff around the coops again in the morning. If we can catch him he’s going back where he came from. If we can catch him!
Well, we took care of El Diablo. Jerry did, actually. We were tired of the kids (and me) getting attacked every time we turned around! The last straw was when he attacked little Titus. Poor Ty man was minding his own business playing outside when I watched the rotten rooster creep out of the woods, sneak up behind Titus, and jump on him in full attack mode! Poor Ty flailed his arms yelling, “No! No! No!” The dumb thing jumped on him three times before I could get over there to kick it off.
When Daddy got home and I told him what had happened, he immediately took care of the problem. Man, was he a mean one!