The Attack of the Dead Rooster

 

There once was a happy family of chickens. Among those chickens there were two beautiful roosters.

 

One of the roosters was mild-mannered and happy.  The other one was . . . well – he wasn’t mild-mannered.  Or happy.  He thought he was the boss-rooster and did his best to make his dominance known.  The hens suffered much under his authority.

 

This rooster was so mean, that even the neighbor’s dogs (who have had many tasty chicken dinners at our expense) decided that this guy was just good for nothing.  He did teach the rooster a lesson, however.

 

Despite this scuffle, the rooster survived, albeit with a reduced ego.

 

(By the way . . . the dog who attacked this rooster is dead.  And it wasn’t by my hand, even though I threatened repeatedly to run over him with my car, and would have had I not worried about the damage that would have happened to my bumper and to significant family relationships)

But one day, very recently (yesterday), this rooster made a fatal error.  When I let the chickens out of their coop for a break from  the mud that is their home (with all the rain this week and last), the rooster challenged me to a cock fight.  Now, this has happened in the past and he has received quite the beating.  I’ve witnessed him flying backwards by 10 feet (with help from my foot) he’s met with a broom, and a shoe, a hand, and various other implements of torture by various other people.  But this time, he made his lucky fatal strike.  He spurred my ankle.  With a vengeance.  Had I not been in a hurry, I think I might have sat down and cried.  I didn’t realize the extent of the damage till I got to my destination.  This is the "cleaned up" version . . . I was actually leaving a trail without knowing it)

Now, trust me . . those little puncture wounds (did you see them on BOTH sides of my ankle!?) didn’t hurt very badly.  They didn’t want to stop bleeding, but they didn’t hurt very much.  But my ankle ACHED.  Like BONE-ache.  It was as if poison had been injected into my joint or something (that’s how it felt – it’s not actually what happened).  As the day progressed, the pain increased.  A day later, my ankle looks like this:

Red, swollen, itchy, and . . . not as sore as yesterday, but definitely tender.  And a bit cripple.

 

I called Prince Farming at the office part way through the day yesterday to make sure I didn’t need an amputation or anything.  I could almost hear him laughing at me and I was sure he didn’t understand my pain.  But last night, under the cover of the moon and clouds, that darn rooster mysteriously disappeared.  I asked Prince Farming where he’d been, but he didn’t want to talk about it.  Nor did I.  But my relief is great.  Now guests and family can come and go without my having to chase chickens out of their paths. 

 

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Several Hours Later – - My ankle is more swollen, and more sore than it was last night this time . . . it’s hot to the touch, but there is currently no streaking (indication of infection).  I walked without much of a limp for most of the day, but by this evening I can’t put any weight on it .  Must be time for bed.  I have a presentation to do tomorrow – hope I can refrain from hobbling.

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12 Responses to “The Attack of the Dead Rooster”

  1. Becky Says:

    The best place for a chicken/rooster like that is in a pot, with seasoning. tee hee
    You had better get that ankle looked at before it gets worse!

  2. cmk Says:

    You know the “languages of love” book/seminar/other stuff that seems to be everywhere these days? I guess you can say that Prince’s language of love is making unwanted things disappear.

  3. maggie Says:

    I recommend chicken noodle soup!!

  4. Tech Lady Says:

    There is a reason those young roosters are called “friers”. Hope you’re feeling much better.

  5. Louise Says:

    Chic would never make it on the farm with all those animals dying/disappearing.

    I hope that ankle/foot is better by now. It makes mine hurt just to see it!

  6. Kimberly Leui Kovach Says:

    Just saw your blog. Didn’t know roosters could be so painful. Hope the swelling is down and you are feeling better.

  7. Jackie Says:

    O.M.G.! I have the same problem today! My rooster attacked me yesturday. I’m worried. Going to the DR.

  8. Helene Says:

    Good morning from Central Texas!

    My sympathies for your rooster attack.While it seems you may need amputation at the time you’ll heal(physically) slowly. Emotionally?Takes awhile, but the disappearance will help.

    We had “Erik the Evil”, a rooster left off one day while we went to town. Initially I was excited at the idea of a fine RI Red. We put him in the poultry yard; he beat the hens. He hated humans and attacked whenever possible.Get near him, he flew up with spurs extended. He got out of his special “bad chicken” prison and I stayed in the house until my hubby came home. Couldn’t catch Erik, so he had to shoot him. We ate Erik as our particular revenge.Mean as he was, he was delicious.

  9. Julie Says:

    My “dead rooster” attacked my almost-three-year-old granddaughter. She was leaning down to pet the chickens that came up to her as she was feeding them, and the rooster flew at her and spurred her in three places on one side of her face, and two more spots on her arm and her side. That rooster was a beautiful Aracona, but … beauty AND the beast makes for roast beast!

    She is still not totally healed up (it happened around July 4th), but no infections, so that is good. And no more roosters!

  10. Annie Says:

    Oh man, that hurts. I’ve had the same thing from out now chicken stock of a rooster. It was my ankle bone that hurt the most…I thought at first I must have hit it against the fence post, but nope it was Mr. Blackie.

  11. Suzann Rose Says:

    Oh my goodness — This was hilarious (the writing of the story — NOT the topic of the story)!

  12. Max-e Says:

    In our farming days we also had some nasty roosters like yours and and children still carry the scars.
    They all ended up in the pot.

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