![]() So ya I can relate but our paths differ slightly x.A useful survival technique, should you ever need to fend off a particularly vicious chicken. Well he lived for a couple more days before grampa put him down and brought him in for dinner. I too hated this little guy but never wished him dead but unfortunately this is where our stories differ, as I watched it lifeless for a little bit to began to move and I was so relieved but only for a moment as I soon realized as it began to run and in an almost panicked state that he had little remaining of his head, grampa went inside, and we ushered in behind. Next thing I see is my grandpa (imagine a real life Yosemite Sam) red faced and apparently sick of it, shovel in his hand, swings back and full on babe Ruth's this rooster. Well unfortunately he did this as my cousin who had just started walking came out with a family member, and got a few good strikes. Similar story here my grandparents had a rooster that was the biggest dick ever and would chase us grandkids anytime we'd go outside, he always wait for the sound of the sliding door and book it to us. In conclusion TL DR Roosters are fucking dicks I’m thinking like “Okay cool he’s not dead, I made my point, maybe he’ll leave me alone.” Nope god loves humbling me mf shakes that shit off and proceeds to full sprint at me, like I just stole his entire life saving, and he had nothing to lose at that point. I’m freaked, I hated that mf but I never would kill an animal, but by god that dude got back up. Then looked at the little dude, and he was on the ground. Adrenaline pumping, I took a second, noticed that the fuckin pole was bent at almost a 90 degree angle. I slowly dumped out the trash, and kept eye contact saying stuff like “Don’t even think about it.” Well lil fucker decided to charge at me, without a second thought I fuckin swung on the lil bastard. She asked me to take the burn bin out, and I said “What about the rooster?” She then looked around, found a metal bar for a broom, then said “Here if he goes after you, just whack him.” Well I put my big boy pants on, walked out there, and there he fuckin was waiting for me. Since we lived in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, we of course had a thing called a “Burn Barrel” (Metal Barrel to burn shit in). She had a vicious as fuck rooster, like he would go out of his way to attack people. My aunt had a farm growing up, and of course she had chickens. ![]() You haven’t? I find that hard to believe, because I am terrified of roosters. Would you prefer this same subreddit, but only images? Check out /r/DTIpics! We take all the picture submissions from the main sub and post them there!Ī place to post the most interesting stuff on the web!.Please familiarize yourself with the official rules and reddiquette.We are active and will respond as soon as possible. ![]() Message the moderators if you have questions or concerns. ![]() If we do not believe it to be interesting, or think it is spam, we will remove it. Posts are at the discretion of the moderators. Posts that make claims must be sourced in comments No screenshots, memes, infographics, or posts with text This subreddit is for things that are interesting and cool ![]()
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