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And at the other end…

Check out Albert’s spurs. This is the weapon roosters use to kill each other in the ring, though they are sometimes equipped with wicked metal cockspurs to increase the damage.

He can do plenty of damage without. The tactic is to leap in the air and come down spur first on your opponent’s vulnerable bits. Shins, in my case. He can actually poke bleeding holes in my flesh right through jeans (somehow, mysteriously, without poking holes in the jeans themselves). If he catches a joint, he can cripple me for a day.

Two of my other boys also try this gambit, but they’re such fuzzy lightweights it’s merely amusing.

That leaves the blessed Mo, who has never been aggressive. The girls love him and he leads them all around the garden. Wot a rooster is Mo!

I never go out there now without a walking stick that I keep between Albert and me at all times. He almost never gets past my guard now.

God, aren’t Poland legs ugly?

Good weekend, everyone!


Comment from BullDawgGuy
Time: August 20, 2021, 10:42 pm

Love your post. We only have girls so we don’t have this problem.
Maybe thats why they call them “Cock of the walk”.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 21, 2021, 12:08 am

God, aren’t Poland legs ugly?

Is there any such thing as a non-ugly chicken leg?
(Roasted or fried doesn’t count.)

And may your weekend be free of flesh wounds, Stoaty!

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: August 21, 2021, 2:40 am

The clown who designed those spurs also designed the stationary thorns on the Honey Locust and Mesquite trees.

Comment from mostly cajun
Time: August 21, 2021, 4:15 pm

Dad regularly relieved roosters of their spurs via the use of a pair of wire-cutters.

An over aggressive rooster was an immediate candidate for the gumbo pot.

Comment from Janet A.Roesler
Time: August 21, 2021, 4:49 pm

Albert would be dispatched to the pressure cooker, boned, and rendered into chicken and dumplings here at Chez Roesler. Forthwith.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 22, 2021, 4:07 pm

I know, I know. I’m too soft for livestock. Problem with the polands is, by the time you know for sure which ones are male, they’re about three months old.

Uncle Al, pekin feets look like:

Those feathers are growing directly out of their leg scales (in what was surely originally an accidental mutation). You only ever see the bottoms of their feet when they’re walking away from you. They’re bright yellow (Polands’ feet are gray).

That’s not my boy Sam, it’s a chicken I stole off the internet. Sam looks exactly like that, but he’s yellower. I was too lazy to go back through my picture files looking for pekin feet.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: August 22, 2021, 6:25 pm

He can actually poke bleeding holes in my flesh right through jeans (somehow, mysteriously, without poking holes in the jeans themselves).

I was once bit by a dog that drew blood – but my pants leg was undamaged. How does that happen? And it could be bad, if the cloth is driven into the wound.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 23, 2021, 1:09 am

Whale oil beef hooked! Those pekin legs are indeed quite good looking. Thanks for the elucidation, Mme. Ermine!

Comment from patty
Time: August 23, 2021, 11:59 am

I’m impressed by your blog. Absolutely amazing work.

Comment from BJM
Time: August 27, 2021, 2:13 am

Okay…way too much dinosaur for me…creeps me right out.

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