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Look at that silly little tail

I, too, had a chick called Albert and this morning he tried to kill me again. Look at this goofy-looking little fuzzball and picture it.

He’s still goofy-looking but he grew into a giant, ridiculous, rage-filled monster. Only to me, though. He’s never attacked anyone else. Because I raised him, nature is telling him I’m the final boss and if he defeats me he will be crowned King Chicken. They say there’s nothing more dangerous than a hand-reared bull, for the same reason.

I’ve posted about his spurs before. You may laugh at the idea of a chicken-related injury, but he’s heavy enough and they’re sharp enough to do real damage. He caught me in the soft part of the knee once and crippled me for days.

Yes, I can easily fend him off if I see it coming, but he goes days and days without incident and then wakes up one morning with murder in his heart.

He’s the very last of my polands. I miss those silly bastards and their feathery afros.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: June 18, 2024, 7:08 pm

I have a killer dumplings recipe…

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: June 18, 2024, 7:18 pm

There’s a section of the movie Cold Mountain you should sit down and watch with Albert.

Then read him the recipe for

Tell him you have access to a whole rooster who thinks he’s tough..

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: June 18, 2024, 7:55 pm

You might ask Al how long he ought to train before you take him to the local cock fights.

I can just imagine a Poland in a cock fight. Chicken thoughts: “Take that! Dang, missed again. Hey, you, come over here where I can see you! Oh, wait, I can’t see anything at all. I am going to die.”

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: June 18, 2024, 8:10 pm

Maybe Albert is possessed…try throwing some holy water on him and see if he sizzles…

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 19, 2024, 12:03 pm

Talking to my sister yesterday, she expressed thanks that mankind no longer needed to worry about dinosaurs. I said, “Chickens! They’re just tiny, mean dinosaurs!” And then you write about Albert 🙂

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 19, 2024, 7:24 pm

The two little bantam pekin roosters kick the hell out of him. They have done since he was a little chick. He big and lumbering and slow and blind and they’re little and quick. I’ve spent considerable time rescuing Albert from places he ended up after a pekin escaped.

And this is how he repays me.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: June 19, 2024, 11:14 pm

By taking you to dinner some evening?

Comment from heardle decades
Time: July 1, 2024, 4:10 am

Thank you for being a source of unwavering support and encouragement

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