When I was very young, I was held hostage in an outhouse by a mean leghorn rooster. Granny said he was harmless but when he jumped on her arm and spurred her, she wrung his neck. A happy moment for me.
I can relate to that. As a lad more than once I was trapped in grandfather's barnyard by his angry "domesticated" goose. It sure was a mean, hissing thing (the goose, not grandfather).
>>A happy moment for me.<<
Old enough to make coc a vin I hope.
We had a rooster that would chase me when I ran to the outhouse. I hated that thing. But he tasted good with those dumpling momma made.
When I’d go in to feed or clean, those mean things would dive bomb me. BBQ chicken is some goods eats.