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Rooster Attack!

Remember when I introduced you to our rooster, Justice?

Well, he is a lot bigger and fiercer looking than this now.

Much like this. Only more aggressive.

So, yesterday I was minding my own business, gathering eggs from the hen house and checking to see if we have any baby goats yet, (it should be any day now) when I was suddenly and violently attacked by Justice!

It was exactly like a scene from Jurassic Park. But with more feathers. And high pitched screaming.

Fortunately, my 15 year old son, our "good hero", saw the attack and came to my rescue with a long stick. For the sake of my more sensitive readers, I won't give the details of what happened here, but don't worry. Justice is still alive and kicking. For now.

In case of future attacks, I'll be employing the tips some of you that are Facebook fans gave me on what to do with aggressive roosters. (Again, sensitive readers will want to shield your eyes.)

I will say, though that the Son vs. Justice throw down reminded me of a phrase my mother used to use. Something about beating the tar out of me. Thankfully, I never pressed her to find out if she would.

Too bad Justice didn't follow my example.

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  1. I don’t using comment, but I had to come out of lurking to say this way very funny (probably not for you while it was happening). My husband and I are “thinking about” getting some laying hens and your story of the rooster attack gives me one more thing to think about it terms of having our younger little ones (4 & 2) help with this task.

  2. OH MY did you bring back memories!!! First one was when I was about 4. We had a mean rooster who would chase and go after us. Dad had enough and the last time he did it we were eating him for dinner… with his buddy (nice, calm rooster) sitting on the stump outside the window looking in at us.

    The second memory was from years later. I was married and had a few children by then and we were at my mom and dad’s home. Their rooster was awful and getting worse. To get to the car you carried a broom, took it with you so you could get back out when you got home. My husband always opened the car doors for me which involved him walking to the passenger side and getting me in and then walking back , broom in hand, to the driver’s side.
    One day this rooster was not about to quit and my husband got to the front of the car and kicked the rooster over the car (long ways, and in the 70’s cars were big boats!) and before my husband got to the car door the rooster was back attacking.
    My dad had enough and that rooster became stew also.

  3. We have attack roosters too! 9 of them! They are so mean and aggressive. Just last night we caught them all and separated them and in about 2 weeks we are going to have a chicken fry!

  4. My nephew’s grandparents had a rooster than would sit on the corner of the little hen house roof and dive down at the boys. When he made contact Mary cooked him for dinner! I think once they are mean they are always mean???

  5. Blessed Mama says:

    How funny! My mother just had an “incident” with one of her roosters this week too. It was pretty intense as well. What she does with her roosters when they get too big for their britches is catches them and holds them upside down by their feet for a good while. It is intimidating to think about wanting to get closer to these boogers when they are having a fit, but her method does work. Tried and true:) Hope that helps:)

  6. You’re too funny! I like the “dino-rooster” image 😉

  7. I have some pictures going on in my mind right now.

    I have to tell you…. they are hilarious 😉

  8. Love it. That is funny. The first time we had chickens we disposed of one that attacked our daughter – then one year old. Now, my husband has the kids routinely chase the roosters. We also avoid certain breeds of males (aracaunas mainly though I’m sure it’s spelled wrong). But basically, roosters are (created by God) to protect their hens and their (future) offspring (eggs). They don’t like predators (you) getting in the way. They are also social animals (why you don’t have only one). So you often get one extra dominant male (happens in dogs too). If this male has male friends and he has won all of their fights then he is super prideful. So YOU (or your kids) have to be the dominant one. Winning some “fights”. Chase him with sticks periodically – until he leaves you alone. He will realize you’re the top bird in the flock.

  9. Heather Mason says:

    love the fact that your son came to your rescue :)

  10. I remember visiting my grandparents when I was 9 and getting chased around the yard. We had that rooster for dinner that night. He’s a beauty…but have you had him for dinner yet? My view is never have an aggressive animal around especially when children are around. My son also does the hang’em upside down trick to calm them down

  11. Two words: chicken dumplings.

  12. I am sorry you were caught off guard by your rooster but I couldn’t help but chime in to dispel the myth that once a rooster spurs or flanks you, they always will. It’s simply not true. The other myths in the advice you were given probably also told you that bullying or beating him would help break him and tame him. This is also not usually true. He then believes he was correct the first time and you’re either a threat or his competition as head hauncho and it will only make matters worse. I just saw this post on Pinterest so Justice may already have been dinner but if not, and you’re interested in ideas for keeping the peace with him, I am more than happy to try to help. I have made amends even with a game cock that’s known to be protective of his flock and aggressive, a lot is in understanding what they were created for and what their natural jobs are! I must admit, i did chuckle a bit at the story as it reminds me of the first time I was flanked from behind on sneak attack.


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