The chickens are out, I'm watering the garden. Jason's out front unloading the car, the kids are in the back playing by the horse. It's a beautiful morning. I'm watching Wyatt play by a bale of hay, and in slow motion, all hell brakes loose! The rooster
flies up behind him and slams it's claws into his back. Wyatt face plants the ground, hard. I start running in my stupid platform
flipflops, (NOT appropriate for country living!) while screaming for Jason to come help. Wyatt gets halfway up (shrieking) and the rooster starts pecking at his head and clawing at his chest. It was awful, and happened in a matter of a few very slow seconds. Jason beat me to the
smackdown and kicked the rooster so hard, we were kind of surprised it survived. I grabbed a sobbing Wyatt, who calmed down in less than two minutes. While I was taking care of him, Jason took care of the rooster. First, I heard the pop of a .22, then two more pops. I guess the first "pop" didn't seem to phase the rooster. Then Jason decided we should eat the thing, so he cut off it's head with the most
accessible hatchet, a homemade one he had made with the scouts at mutual. Yeah, that was messy. Emily was intrigued with the skinning process and told people that our rooster was evil, so Dad made it bloody. We put it in the
crock pot, and had rooster enchiladas the following week. Yummy!
After Wyatt was feeling a little better, he started walking around the house kicking his foot into the air saying, "Shoo
Roo!" We were really lucky that the rooster didn't get
Wy-Guys actual eyes, it
could've been much much worse. He was bit on his cheek, back of the head and shoulder, had claw marks and bruising on his back and chest, a big scratch under his eye and a 3 inch scratch on the side of his head. I felt awful that the incident even happened, and it's going to be awhile before we have any other
fowl, besides the hens!
The picture does NOT do his battle wounds justice, he wasn't too happy that his mom was trying to do a photo shoot after such a trying day!
3 comments:
Love to read your blog....really makes me laugh and grin...ah, the fun of country life and kids!! Good thing Wyatt doesn't live here in Vanuatu where the rooster to kid ratio is about 5:1
That sounds awesome. We have a rooster but he only seems to find pleasure in pecking the men in the yard. I kicked him across the yard and he had a bum leg for 2 weeks but when he was better he was right back at it. Was the rooster good?
I have a scar right by my eye from a rooster attack. I got attacked all the time when I was little and it is not fun. My mom got good at killing roosters! I will never have a rooster.
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