Anyway, I wanted to tell you a tale about a rooster. This beautiful, black and white striped rooster who "cock-a-doodle-dos" every morning, every night...heck, any second he can! He's stunning and gorgeous (especially to his hens). He parades around the farm keeping an eye on his flock...making sure they are well-fed and not harmed. He is a spectacular creature to watch...
Logan and I were walking side-by-side on our way to see his dad on the mower.
The rooster was in our path.
We made eye contact.
He straightened his neck, cock-a-doodle-do-ed and gave me an evil eye. It was like a stand-off in one of those old western movies only I didn't have a gun.
I could sense his aggression.
He only waited momentarily and charged.
He was going to peck holes in me like Swiss cheese.
He could sense that I despised chickens.
He came running at me.
I ran towards Matt screaming at the top of my lungs.
Logan ran with his little legs as fast as he could.
I grabbed Logan and ran onto the lawn mower in order to escape the wrath of the rooster.
I had no idea if he would stop so I kept yelling "Get the rooster. Get the rooster!!"
Mind you, Matt just laughed at the sight of his wife running and screaming in hysteria. Did he not see the anger in the rooster's eyes? How he was going to peck me to death? Who cares if he only stands a couple feet tall, weighs only a pound or two, and doesn't possess any arms? Not me. I knew this thing was/is a savage beast. I continued to panic as I could sense the rooster getting closer. Matt stood up to protect his family. (More like he fell off of the tractor...oh, wait! lawn mower...laughing hysterically, which startled the bird!) The rooster crowed in obedience to his "master" and returned to his flock.
Seriously, why does this beast obey him and not me? I just don't get it! :) Maybe...just maybe...he's heard me singing Zac Brown Band's song...Sic 'Em on a Chicken.