TheBanyanTree: Killer wins a round

[NancyIee at aol.com]

I previously wrote about "Killer" the giant black rooster that crows up the 
sun every day. He's a mean one, he is, but I thought we had a sort of impasse. 
I wouldn't whack him with my length of PVC pipe if he wouldn't attack me.

He lives in the goat pen, and I was out feeding the goats their ration of 
grain, prior to setting them out for the day. 

For an instant, a second, a mere blink of an eye, I turned my back on Killer, 
and he struck. Fortunately, one of the goats rushing to his food, deflected 
the blow. I turned, and Killer came on again. I kicked (dang, I had left the 
PVC pipe outside the pen) and Killer again was deflected.  Once again he came 
on, and no goat intervened. The roosters spurs caught my leg even as I flipped 
him away with another kick.

Then he got violent, leaping up like a karate champ, both feet brandishing 
those spurs. He skimmed my shim as I kicked him into the food pan. The goats 
wrestled him a bit and I used that moment to make my escape. However, he got in 
one more lick as I dashed from the pen and slammed the door.

Whew.

I finished my chores, fed the other chickens, turned the ducks loose, and put 
the horses out to pasture. I took a moment to pet the babies: little black 
filly Chiquita, and tiny pinto colt, Comet. I gathered up my pails and scoops, 
and headed back toward the house. I was then I noticed the  leg of my jeans was 
wet.  Spilled water, I guessed, from filling the water pans for the animals. 
It wasn't until I was in the house I realized Killer had done a great more 
damage than merely sting my shin.  My leg looked as though Zorro was trying to 
carve his initial into me.

"It's nothing," I told my roommate as she gasped and helped me stem the flow.

"You go to a doctor," she said.

I protested, but her insistance broke me down. This afternoon I go to the 
clinic and have to tell them a chicken was the perp in cutting my leg. Nothing 
grand like a car crash or getting bucked off a horse.  A dang chicken.

I did agree with my roomate, however, when she said that Killer had to go.
NancyLee

 P.S.  (I am given to wondering if Killer comes from the long line of "hidden 
cocks" used for fighting. This is the South, after all, and such entertanment 
is often usual in the outcountry.)