Bird
Rest in Peace
Reminds me of the movie Cold Mountain:
I despise a flogging rooster. :thumbsup:
I've posted this before, but I was probably 12 years old when we had a big old White Leghorn rooster with long spurs that would attack every time I went out to the barn. Dad thought it was funny, but told me, "You know he's going to jump and bring those feet up to get the spurs forward. Just grab both feet and dip him in the cow's watering trough." So the next day, I did that; dipped him in the water then threw him as far as I could. He hit the ground running. But the next day, he attacked again. I grabbed his feet, pushed him down in the watering trough and stood there watching the bubbles for awhile. Then when I threw him, he just landed in a pile and I thought for sure I'd killed him, and I knew that dad would be furious. (My dad did not believe in spanking children. He believed in just beatin' the you know what out of'em.). But after several seconds that rooster started flopping around on the ground like his head had been pulled off, then he finally got to his feet and staggered off, falling occasionally. He fully recovered, for which I was thankful, and he got out of the way when he saw me coming after that.