Just to give you an example of what that f*&%^$ of a rooster does. And this damage was done through fleece running pants. Imagine if I were wearing shorts? Actually he has attacked me while I was wearing shorts. I just want to say, however, that if I were wearing shorts I would have shaved my legs. Sorry but I didn't want to go to the trouble of photo-shopping my leg. It's winter and I just don't bother shaving. I'm a farmer, after all, not some pin-up. So get over it. I hope I don't get tetanus or have to have my leg amputated. These marks are from Merle's spurs and they aren't the cleanest body parts in the world. And yes, it hurt like hell, and activated some very violent thoughts that resulted in Merle finding himself in an icy puddle in the back of the pick-up truck. He sat there stunned for a couple of minutes and I felt terribly guilty. But within a couple of minutes he was right as rain. And after me again.
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Yikes! When my rooster attacked me and stabbed me through my rubber boots that was finally the end of him. Threaten to sell him to a cock fighter! That might make you feel better. I can't believe you don't shave your legs, what kind of a woman are you??? Oh, I guess you are just like me. A little fur helps keep the legs warm. I salute you for being brave enough to post this photo!
I think back to the stories about my brother's rooster when he was a kid. After one too many attacks on my Mom at the clothes lines the viscious bird was dinner. They told my brother the rooster went to live in the country. Just offering suggestions...
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