So, I really like chickens. Like, a lot. They're silly, and awesome, and fun to catch & cuddle with. Roosters, however. . . roosters are a different story. I've had only one encounter with a rooster, but one was enough. We were at my friends house, my two friends & I, and the three of us were walking around his land, talking, and just hanging out. We came to the area that the chickens were at and he pointed out the rooster, warning us about it & instructing us on how to not threaten it : don't stare at it, don't go near the hens that are near it, don't make noise at it, don't charge at it, etc. And if for some reason it does attack, just kick it in the head.
So there we were, chillin' with the chickens, minding our own business, not making any threatening moves or noises. I was making good friends with some of them, when all of a sudden this rooster struts over to me and straight up attacks me! Which, by the way, rather hurt. Roosters have quite the painful talons. So what do I do? I try to kick it in the head. Does it work? NO. I was too short & it was too tall for me to get my foot at the appropriate height without falling over and subjecting the rest of my being to the beasts aggression. So my friend stepped in and kicked that sucker in the face, warding him off. Now you might be asking, "Why would that rooster want to attack little Lew? What did it find threatening about her?" The answer: my pants. Apparently it was feeling a little jealous that my sweats were red, drawing the attention away from himself. So let this be a lesson to whomever reads this : don't wear flashy colored pants around roosters. They don't like to be outstaged. Also, if you're going to get attacked by a rooster, don't be short.
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