Spear-chucker me?

by AK - Jeff 19 Replies latest jw experiences

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  AK - Jeff

  No racial slur here. Literal!

  About 20 minutes ago, while working in the yard, the banny rooster who is always threatening me and others [we have several free-range chickens not a farm], decided to approach and feign a flogging. I turning a chased him away, then angry over his repeated threats, picked up a 10 foot long piece of pvc conduit that I am using to run some underground wiring, and from about 15 feet threw it spear-like at his head.

  The unusual thing is that it was a direct hit, sending he and his now broken neck into a jump and kick frenzy. Ten minutes later he was underground and the secret will be withheld from the grandkids whom, although they feared his attacks, also somehow had affection for him. My crafted lie to them will be that we 'lost track of him' sometime this early afternoon. He may have wandered off or perhaps he was picked off by a chicken-hawk. In four of five days he will be forgotten I think.

  Too small to eat, and it would have been suspicious for fresh chicken to show at this time.

  Namaste'

  Jeff
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  mrsjones5

  Well maybe good for stock.
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  AK - Jeff

  No. A fancy banny chicken.

  I feel bad that I allowed my anger to flare against him. But I think in the end it was inevitable.

  RIP Feather-Foot.

  Jeff
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  mrsjones5

  Well don't feel so bad about it. The chicken had it coming, if not by you someone else would have done it.

  Here's one of the best bunny takedown I've ever seen:

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxKENjeIPuA
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  AK - Jeff

  

  He looked like this one, except he had black lower feathers not white.
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  mrsjones5

  Yeah, he looks or looked kinda like the rooster that used to chase us kids in my Grandpa's backyard.
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  Robdar

  I say good job, Jeff.

  A few years ago, I had a banty rooster charge at me. He had been pecking at my friend's kids when I pulled up in my car. I guess he got tired of picking on the kids and started towards me. I looked around for a weapon. Having had martial arts training, I know a weapon is just an extension of the body. Anyway, I looked around and found a wiffle ball bat and wailed the hell out of that rooster. My friend, a native American, gave me one of the rooster's tail feather to wear to honor the occasion.

  Granted, I did not kill the rooster, I just adjusted his attitude. The little dude was lonely. A tornado had blown him in from parts unknown the previous year. The story has a happy ending though. On the same date, exactly a year later, another tornado blew in a chicken and the two settled down and had a long, lovely life together, enjoying the pecking of many small beaks that were the product of their love.
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  trevor

  " I feel bad that I allowed my anger to flare against him. But I think in the end it was inevitable."

  AK-Jeff you have become god to the chickens. They will worship you from now on and obey your commandments.
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  snowbird

  Bantams can be some mean little cusses.

  Good for you, Jeff.

  Syl
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  NomadSoul

  When I was a kid our neighbor had a few chickens and a rooster. I was around 7 and our neighbor would sometimes let us pet the baby chicks. The rooster didn't like it much but he was really respectful of our neighbor. Well one of those days I was petting one a chick while the neighbor went inside and that's when the rooster struck. I didn't see it coming! He jumped on my back and gave me a pretty good scratching.

  I got so mad that I chased it and it ran out in the street, where I tripped in the sidewalk and scraped my knee. Needless to say I was owned by a damn rooster. I didn't pet the chicks after that.