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There he is.

My very own Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and Darth Vader, all rolled into one.
Mean Rooster.

But this time, I’m ready.
This time….

I have a broom.

And I know how to use it!
I whacked the broom on the ground and said, “Come near me and I’ll beat the crap out of you!” I said it like I really meant it and like I was the World’s Strongest Man. And like I’d really beat him. Instead of, you know, run away screaming.

I’m copping an attitude. An attitude to match Mean Rooster’s.
See him quiver! See him tremble!

Okay, he did approach. He was testing me. I showed him the Broom of Death again.

He pretended he had to clip his toe nails and watch Love Boat reruns, but I know–

–he was scared!

He didn’t even stalk me back across the yard. Sissy! Weenie! I win! I win! I’m a star!

I would like to thank my mother, my goats, and, of course, the Academy.

And thank you, too, Dookie, for your courageous assistance. I couldn’t have done it without you.
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Love the photo of Boomer and Coco…..such pals……btw is Boomer fixed? or might you have rat dogs yet?
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Go make yourself some Gooey Cake and celebrate!
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Wasn’t there a character in Cold Mountain that said, “I can’t abide me no flogging rooster.” Possibly said while she wrung it’s neck. Gotta watch that movie again and look for that scene.
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Then do the bucket and the water at a different time. I trained a neighborhood dog when I was a kid well enough that when he saw me walk around the corner with an EMPTY BUCKET, that dog ran like he was scalded … and he must have been 20 ft away when he first saw me
Sad Sack recognized a valid weapon with the broom, but he will keep trying you. He needs to know that you have more than one weapon and carrying a bucket around will be a common activity at your home. Morgan needs to do the same thing. The girl plays ball, find a soft ball/tennis ball a “bean” him. Flap you arms and stomp your feet while howling at him! Then talk nice to the ‘girls’
Make SURE he knows that you BARELY tolerate him.
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http://www.whatupduck.com
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Although his antics have been darkly entertaining, a mean-ass rooster has the ability to really hurt someone. For your safety and Morgan’s, I’m glad you’re curtailing his evil ways.
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BTW the daily photo of Boomer and Coco is about the cutest thing ever. It looks like Boomer is right at home on the farm.
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Big Daddy jumped me from behind and knocked me down…… he went to live on a new farm shortly after.
My other 2 Roosters had a smack down and have been fine ever since.
I put on my biggest winter coat, a long winter coat, and big gloves. I sat in the yard and let them come at me, one at a time.
I shoved them back, blocked them and sad “no” in a stern voice. After a few times they both were done. They haven’t come after me since and if I see one of them looking a somebody else I just yell NO and they stop.
But you should see the Solicitors run down my drive way!!! WOO HOO
The one thing I can not get them to stop is kids!!! I think it’s cuz they’re short. I don’t know what it is but I keep them locked up when kids are around.
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Now that you have dominated him,lets hope he calms down. You will have to chase him around a few times ever once in a while, when he forgets who is boss.
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Its me just little ole pat in weston w.v. I really enjoy reading your blogs, I’ve been wanting to submit a comment for a long time but nener had the courage to do it until I saw the story about the rooster.
when I was four or five we lived in the country we had neighbors that had chickens one day I was playing in my Grandpa’s wood yard it was so much fun to play there but this day before I knew it their mean ole rooster attacked me, to this day I have a scar right above my eye and beside my nose,another neighbor saw it and ran and got the rooster of me. every one was scared that he had put my eye out my face was blood all over, needless to say the owners of the rooster had chicken and dumplings for supper. I would like to send you comments more often if you want me to.
just pat in
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