Posted on 03/26/2011 7:28:46 AM PDT by ConservativeStatement
A man who alleges he was attacked by a rooster at a southwest suburban animal center has filed a lawsuit seeking more than $50,000 for injuries he says were caused when the territorial chicken repeatedly pecked his right leg.
Mark Lovett says he was putting up a fence at the Big Run Wolf Ranch in Lockport two years ago when the fearless fowl struck, causing him "great pain and anguish, both in mind and body," according to the lawsuit filed in Will County Circuit Court this week.
(Excerpt) Read more at chicagotribune.com ...
How ‘bout they just let the fence builder eat Mr. Rooster for dinner and call it even?
All he did was peck his leg? Roosters usually charge you flapping their wings and ripping at you with their spurs. Those spurs can cut you badly.
Let’s hear the “fowl” jokes...
causing him “great pain and anguish, both in mind and body,”
Wonder if his lawyer had him practice saying that in front of a mirror?
My sister and I used to get attacked on a regular basis by a mean old s.o.b. rooster when I was about 5 or 6 years old, I had to tear him off my little sister’s back more than once.
We always had shirts on which somewhat protect from claws but he would jump on our backs and flog us with his wings. They are very much territorial and try to keep you away from the hens. We did eventually have him for dinner.
Mark, it takes a lot to step up and say you let a chicken kick your ass. LOL
I was terrorized as a child by my grandpa’s prize rooster... That darn thing would try to chase you down and spur your legs. I could not go outside without a stick or something to keep him at bay. My Dad thought it was real funny until it caught him off guard one day.... We had “baked rooster” that night. Grandpa was not pleased....but I was thrilled. :)
Our rooster had spurs and my dad told me to stay away from him. All he had to do was look in my direction and I headed for the house. LOL!
Beware the angry cock.
This one brings back memories.
I had one that’d chase me when I rode my bicycle at my grandmother’s farm. Luckily, ‘twas only the bike the ticked the darned thing off.
Indeed, the article talks about the death of a man by the metal spurs in a rooster’s foot.
I had a rooster like that. One day when I came home from work he lay dead in a pile of feathers. My wife had enough and shot him with my 12 ga.
The big White Rock that use to chase my husband on the farm did it once to often and got his head separated from the rest of his body...I had a shovel outside the coop and if he was in there took the shovel with me to clunk him on the head.....
A rooster flys at you feet first to tear you a good one. Those spurs can get to be 2 inches long and sharp as a needle.
Can we say he's a sissy city boy....
thats a good belly laugh, you got a great wife...just be careful and don’t pi$$ her off..
Sounds like a guy who thinks milk comes from the grocery store.
I learned the hard way at age two that you said “Sir” to roosters and ganders.
I remember a rooster attacking and spurring my dad - I only remember that particular rooster attacking my dad ONE time - I remember clearly my dad catching that rooster and ripping his head off - I do not remember what that chicken tasted like that evening.
My grandfather had a big white leghorn, that would hide in bushes and attack everyone,my grandfather wore rubber boots and would have fun kicking the rooster. He wouldn’t let anyone kill his rooster, me I would shoot it in the butt with my BB gun. It finally spurred my uncle, who was home on a visit and he shot the SOB. My grandmother never went out with out her broom, the rooster quickly learned to stay out of broom range.
Little Johnny came home from school to see the families pet rooster dead in the front garden. Rigormortis had set in and it was flat on its back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Johnny said, “Dad our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why is his legs sticking in the air?”
His father thinking quickly said, “Son, that’s so God can reach down from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.”
“Gee Dad that’s great,” said little Johnny. A few days later, when Dad came home from work, Johnny rushed out to meet him yelling, “Dad, Dad we almost lost Mom today!”
“What do you mean?” said Dad.
“Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your bedroom and there was Mum flat on her back with her legs in the air screaming, “Jesus I’m coming, I’m coming” If it hadn’t of been for Uncle George holding her down we’d have lost her for sure!”
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