The other day, Bill's Grandmother came over to see her great-grandson. Bill's chickens run all over the yard and the rooster has been getting a little aggressive lately. When Rooster made as if to challenge Grandma, Bill grabbed a stick and whacked the rooster in the head, knocking him out for several minutes. He thought he killed the chicken and would have to spend the next half an hour cleaning a chicken carcass. But the rooster recovered and was a little less aggressive for the next several days. Maybe he was still dizzy.
Dude that's nothing!
We used to have 150 chickens. And there was this one hen. Man she was mean. I used to take a stick in with me and hold her head down while I collected her eggs so she wouldn't peck me.
My dad saw me doing it one day and he was like "What's the stick for, pussy?" I told him about the hen but he didn't believe me. So I said "You try and get the eggs, asshole". So he did. He came out of the hen house with only a bloody stump where his hand had once been. After that he didn't say anything about my stick.
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