My Personal Stalker


Mean Rooster may be stalking on borrowed time. This week, he charged the fence one day while I was feeding the animals and bit me on the finger.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 16, 2009  

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  1. 7-16

    My daughter thinks mean roosters taste better than nice roosters!

  2. 7-16

    YOU may have the last laugh, by eating his drumstick!!!!

  3. 7-16

    Humm sounds like it may be time for rooster soup! He better watch out and learn to be nice and he will taste great with broth and rice!

  4. 7-16

    Yep, I have a scar on my hand where my Bob bit me. He, uh, “moved away” shortly thereafter. :)

    I’m going to try your cookie recipe right away. My grandma always used to make an oatmeal/raisin cookie very similar.

  5. 7-16

    Your rooster is so pretty too bad he is so mean, keep your broom close. Maybe he will respond to treats. I don’t know if that works with roosters. Your so fortunate to have such a lovely farm, it wouldn’t be the same without the mean rooster.

  6. 7-16

    I think your rooster is misunderstood. I always get the impression he looks kind of bewildered at you.

    On the other hand, have you ever really just given him a good thwak with the broom? Offense, not defense.

    Poor mean rooster.

  7. 7-16

    If you did not want to make soup from him maybe you could hire a taxidermist ! !

  8. 7-16

    I think he’s just watching you very carefully because that’s what roosters are supposed to do. Be the look-outs for the hens, sound the alarm if there’s anything wrong, and fight off anything that threatens them… (often dying in the process but they often distract predators long enough for hens to get away) I mean, you DO take the eggs which are possibly his progeny.

    Is he the dominant roo? The one who spends the most time with the hens? When I had two roosters, the dominant rooster wasn’t as aggressive as the secondary one. The second one seemed to have a chip on his shou…errr, wingtip.

  9. 7-16

    Mean Rooster is the dominant rooster. He has the other roosters whipped.

  10. 7-16

    I will trade him for my cat who set the house on fire this morning. No seriously…HE SET MY HOUSE ON FIRE! Firemen and all.

  11. 7-16

    Just to let you know Suz’…And also ‘To whom it may concern‘……
    ..the incarnate juggernaut’…aka ‘mean Roo’, aka yadda,yadda,yadda…..
    I must refresh its memory on the second realm of the story or as known, the rest of the story… Seems the “whisper” didn’t set in that ‘cock-eyed’ brain of his…So here goes…..
    Remembering… years back.. when my friend and I were coming out of the house. I had sold her a few sterile eggs that she was carrying…..Not even its prodigies!
    Up on the hill, over the eight foot fence it flew…down the hill…up the backyard…doing its “cock-of-the walk” thing! Lordy, I had tried to be so nice to it….Shoo, Shooing it so sweetly off the porch! My friends eyes got big as duck eggs, bolting out in horror!…I picked up the double-sided axe leaning against the back porch wall. I gave it a fling just to shoo, shoo it again! That’s when it happened! The heavy end went up and sailed down on the ground with a “thud“…just as he ‘strutted’ his “cocky” self away…”Whack,” the wooden end veered over, head and handle met! It had to be divine intervention….not even a ‘big leaguer’ could’ve pitched one like that! I had ‘cold-cocked’ it and he then did a little ‘drunken two-step’ or two or three and flopped over!….My heart fell, my friend yelled, the eggs hailed!….and that’s when you left that life ….to go on to your next one with out even a ‘cluckle‘….
    PS….so ‘bird-brain” are you not getting tired of leaving and coming back?..
    PS….does a third time (realm) not ‘charm’ you or ring a bell?..
    PS….do you really want Suz’ to trim those ‘spurs’ for good and yell…“Chicken’s done“?

  12. 7-16

    Get an open can of beer…don’t drink it…whack him in the head with the broom handle…remove the feathers and other stuff. You know where to put the beer can. Turn the grill on and have chicken for dinner. You don’t have to eat it..let the family have him! That is one mean rooster. You know how high roosters can jump? He can spur you in the face! Please, be careful.

  13. 7-18

    When I was four years old my family lived on a farm. We had the usual – chickens, geese, rabbits, cats, dogs… and a mean rooster. One day after he brutally attacked me, my Dad headed out toward the coop with a shovel. I watched him beat the rooster half to death and bury it alive. As the bird made his last attempt to live through the counter attack, I saw a new side of my father when he stamped the soil back down.

  14. 7-20

    Whoaaaa Nellie…err Elizabeth…

    That old mean rooster will be back….did he stomp it real good?

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