[TexasRepublic]

When I was only a little kid, my uncle had a mean old Bull that chased me out of the pasture.

The next time I came to visit, we ate him. (the bull, not my uncle).

That reminds me of a story I had not thought about in decades. When my Dad was a little child, his job was feeding the chickens. One day a mean rooster attacked and chased my Dad crying from the hen yard. He told my grandmother. Guess who came to the house for dinner that night? Revenge is best served batter-fried.

[Bikkuri]

I was just going to mention about a rooster that chased me out of the stock pen when I was 10yo... That rooster was as big as me (and 100x more aggressive)!!

[eartrumpet]

One day a mean rooster attacked and chased my Dad crying from the hen yard. He told my grandmother. Guess who came to the house for dinner that night? Revenge is best served batter-fried.

When my boy had just learned to toddle, and the snow melted in the spring, he went out in the yard with us. The rooster saw him walking for the first time and it came over, eyeballing him sideways. Then it puffed up and came for him. The rooster was dead with a wrung neck in seconds. My wife looked at me with surprise. I said there is no need to have a mean rooster.