Mad Rooster Attacks Child!
Life On A Farm
Living on a farm, you may think a person would get used to the surprises that pop up now and then. Finding a dead possum in the yard, fighting off fire ants in the summer, and dealing with slippery cow patties are a normal occurrence on the farm. Once an individual learns to look before grabbing the next log for the fireplace, they most likely will become accustomed to it. One may find snakes in the garage, skunks under the car or rabid skunks! That is another experience that you can read here.
When I lived on the farm, I adjusted to just about everything. When it involved my grandchildren, it was personal! That was the day I dropped my rake and turned into GI Jane! And that is exactly what happened the day the rooster attacked my grandson.
A Peaceful Day On The Farm
Starting out like any other weekend visit, I picked up my grandson, Kason, and drove the thirty mile trip back home. Now, let me tell you, he was a little rascal. He would pick up anything, including lizards, dead hawks, and bugs. He was always bold and tough. I put him on my horse when he was six months old he he fell off of the animal when he was two. Once, he dove off the bar stool, smashing his upper lip, which resulted in a dead tooth.
Kason was the class clown in Pre-K, bringing home endless "frowny-faces" because he was disruptive in class due to his relentless effort to make the other kids laugh. He would talk your ears off, asking question after question. Meekness was not one of his attributes. That is why this particular incident kicked me into high gear, quick.
Shock and Awe!
On the evening of the terrifying event, we were standing outside minding our own business talking, while Kason ran around the yard. The chickens were cage free, most of the time; so no big deal. Our two dogs, Blue and Rosie, were tugging on a piece of rope while Kason chased them.
While we were enjoying the pleasant Fall day, out of nowhere, we hear a blood curdling scream. I looked in the direction of the shriek and see, to my horror, Kason standing near the water trough surrounded by chickens. The Rhode Island Red rooster was leaping on him while he flailed his arms and screamed.
"Nonny..........!!!!!!", Kason shrieked.
Maternal Instinct Kicked In
Immediately, I ran to his rescue while he began to run toward me. In his haste to make a quick getaway, with the rooster trailing him, Kason tripped and fell flat on his stomach to the ground.
I saw panic in slow motion. My grandson fell as I continued to rush to his aid. I watched, in horror, as the Gargantuan rooster made his final strike! He vaulted into the air, flapping his wings, then leaped onto my grandson's back!! Oh, in all humanity! The foreboding terror of it all! I grabbed little Kason into my grasp and ran away from the evil rooster, while he was sobbing in my arms.
In the meantime, everyone else was laughing. How could they laugh while my grandson was being attacked by a vicious rooster! It was not funny. I comforted and soothed Kason while the rooster continued strutting around the yard like nothing had happened. That made me mad!
Face Off With The Rooster
Once my grandson had calmed down enough, I advanced toward the rooster to see if he would attack me. He sidestepped away from me, the little chicken!! What a bully! I lunged toward him and kicked at him. He ran away with his tail feathers in the air. Why, that little devil!
I walked back to where the others were standing and continued to reassure my grandson that we wouldn't let the mean rooster hurt him again.
I asked him, "What should we do with the rooster?"
Kason replied, "Have him for dinner!"
Everyone laughed. Needless to say, my grandson was afraid to get any more than two feet from me while the rooster was in the yard.
The End Of The Rooster
Soon after this incident, the devilish rooster began losing his feathers. Then, his Dominique counterpart began viciously attacking him for the control of the hens. Every day they went at it, jumping, leaping, spurring each other. The rooster began to look like a half roasted chicken dinner as the fighting continued, bloody, beaten and featherless. But he refused to give up control of the hens.
The rooster's aggression continued. The final straw came when he leaped at my husband. After a quick walk to the house and a resounding BOOM, the rooster was history. At last, there was peace in the chicken yard. And best of all, the Dominique rooster finally had control of the hens!!
My grandson played safely in the yard after the Rooster from Hades expired. The new Rooster King never showed any sign of aggression. All was quiet in the chicken yard and the Gargantuan rooster was at rest.
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