Cocky Roosters

I sent out a questionaire to some friends, one that was sent to me by a friend. My cousin's response was really cute, she talked about a couple roosters that were so mean- named Fancy Pants and Frilly Puss. What cool names! It reminded me of my own rooster story. It happened 20 years ago, but it still makes me laugh.

We had just moved up to the farm in Colorado, and the previous owner left her chickens. The rooster was a mean, old coot, with long ole spurs. When I bought some more hens, he wouldn't let them near 'his' girls, I had to feed them separately, or he wouldn't let them eat either. I messed around with him all summer, trying to orient the group, and get them used to each other, but he would have none of it. The last straw was when I sent my 6 year old out to feed them some scraps, and he chased Nic all the way back to the house, and that mean old rooster even drew blood where he spurred Nic. That was it, I'd had it. I sent the kids into the house, my 3 and the 2 that I was tending. I picked up our Rueger .22 pistol and marched out the door. He glared at me, I took careful aim, and shot him. David heard the shot, came out chuckling and said, "well, how many shots will it take?" I told him "It only takes me one shot!" As I walked back to the house, all 5 kids were staring at me, wide eyed, scared and fascinated. I couldn't resist, I said- 'that's what happens when you tick me off!' To this day the boys I was watching are a little scared of me, and they're in their 20's now.... I'd probably get arrested for that today.

I know, it's not politcally correct, but man he was a mean bird. He was even too tough to eat, so we just buried him.