Rooster Attack
We lived on a farm when I was growing up and we always had chickens. There was one particular rooster and, for some unknown reason, he did not like my Mom at all. Every time she went out in the back yard, which is usually where the chickens stayed mostly, that rooster would try to flog Mom and chase her. She kept threatening to put him in a pot of dumplings if he didn’t behave himself.
One day she went out back and he attacked her again. She managed to grab him by the head and she wrung his neck a couple of times and tossed him down on the ground. He just laid there still and she thought she had killed him. In about a minute he raised up and shook his head and slowly got up and staggered off. He got over it and was fine, but he never bothered my Mom again.
posted by Rachel at 11:49 AM
18 Comments:
This brings back a story that my Dad used to tell about an irate goose that kept my Mom at bay in the outhouse. He wouldn't let her out and she was afraid of him. Dad finally had to rescue her.
Years ago we had a big old California White rooster that was the meanest thing. He always attacked anybody. Finally chopped the head off and he cooked up tougher than an old tire. But the dogs got fed good.
Wow, that's some rooster! He survived a neck ringing and learned to not mess with mom!
Let's hear it for mom! I guess no one told that guy about the womens' movement... He'll be in big trouble if the hens were watching!
I love that story Rachel. Your Mom is my hero.
Well, I can certainly see why he left your mom alone after that!
That's a great story! I'll have to remember that thenext time a Rooster bugs the hell out of me! (lol)
(Love the photo of the Rooster, Too, Rachel...)
Rachel, great story! Your mom was a tough lady. I would have just kept running away. There is something about birds that just scare the heck out of me, any variety!
Good one - reminds me of my Grandfather I never knew who did succeed in wringing a chickens neck - it attacked his grandson and he did not like it. That was me. LOL
I guess your Mom showed that rooster who the boss was.
Good gravy! What a shock that must have been to the rooster. Yikes. I'm going to admit that I feel kind of bad for the rooster, even though he was a meanie. No disrespect to your Mom, of course, Rachel!
Shows you I'd be too soft-hearted to live the farm life. <:o
Our neighbors had a goose that would attack my brother. All of us were afraid of him.
Birds can have a mean streak!
Quick, call PETA! A lot of us have had a big old foul chase us. It isn't pleasant, your mom was a brave lady.
Cute story Rachel! She has more gall than I would have had. Roosters, geese and other birds can be quite nasty! I like them when they are little yellow balls of fluff :)
One of my current roosters is named "Stewpot" for pretty much the same behavior!
Great story, that is too funny!
I have a few rooster stories myself- neither one of them survived me. I like roosters about as much as I like goats and mice; not much.
I love chicken stories. They are so funny.
OTOH, your mother was not one to be fooled with.
Heh!
Hello, Rachel--my first visit to you after you visited me. A lovely blog you have. And a great Chicken Story to tell!!! Wow, does this story bring the Chicken Story out of all of us. I have one to tell, but I'd need too many paragraphs. I wanted chickens but my daughter who had some experience with chickens, said, "No, Mom, you don't want chickens"...no?
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