When I was a kid I raised bantams. Our rooster was a miserable little shit that figured anything under 1200 lbs was fair game. He went after the horses, the dogs and the men. He tolerated women but he got into mom’s flower garden and dug fox holes to bathe in. Of course the little bantam hens all followed suit and they drove mom even crazier than she already was, HAR HAR HAR!!! 😂👍 He left me alone because I got him with a slap shot with a hockey stick. Our killer Chi Hoo Hoo dawg wouldnt take shit off him either. But everyone else was taking their lives in their hands if they crossed his path. He was just tiny, small and incredibly fast and mean.
He disappeared one day. I suspect Dad got him but he never confessed.
My dad in his youth used to spend time on his aunt and uncle’s farm, I believe in Missouri. His aunt, for some unaccountable reason, was attached to a particularly nasty goose that was wont to chase everybody, hissing and menacing, and this included my dad. One day while being again oppressed by this hissing minion of hell, he finally had enough of this, and winged a rock at this foul fowl. And, aa luck would have it, he plinked that goose in the head, where upon it fell to the ground. Remembering his aunt’s unaccountable fondness for that nasty bird, he was afeared that he was going to be in big trouble if the thing was dead. But after a little bit, it staggered upright, and wobbled off. But never again did it chase him.
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I suspect he ended up in the chicken pot pie or the chicken and dumplings at Sunday dinner.
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