So do next doors chickens.
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Man killed by a chicken.
- Thread starter paulchapo
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Don't you get my hackles up mate!There's some right nuggets on here.
Barcon
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Winner, winner.Don't you get my hackles up mate!
OccupiedPalestineBlues
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All joking aside, when I was a kid my stupid sister (to differentiate between her and the clever one) bought 2 day old chicks from a pet shop in Tibb St. for a couple of pence.
I’m guessing they were sold to feed to snakes or what have you but, anyhow, she arrived home with them and my dad reared them under a light bulb in our shed.
One of them turned out to be a huge Rhode Island Red rooster, it was a massively powerful thing and incredibly territorial.
It was a psycho, it would kill any sparrows or pigeons it could get hold of in our back garden.
It would fly at you at head height, akin to a Japanese dive bomber coming at you out of the sun, and you had to beat it away with a big stick or it’d have you.
It hated my mum in particular and would attack her if she went out to get coal. I’d often get home from school to find my mum had locked herself in the coal shed for safety, and it may sound funny but it was serious - she used to go for a shovel of coal with 2 kitchen pans with her - one to throw at it on the way out and one for the way back - if she missed she had to shelter in the coal shed all afternoon until someone got home . . and tea didn’t get cooked. Rescue involved the big stick and a lot of swearing.
In the end my dad gave it away to the local parks department where they had a pen full of peacocks and other fancy poultry.
One of the park keepers told my dad that they’d had a problem with kids breaking into the pen but that’d stopped after they got given the rooster. He also showed my dad a big 4 inch long gouge out of the back of his calf where it had ambushed him and he’d needed stitches.
Make of this what you will but it educated me to that fact that a male chicken from one of the larger more aggressive breeds is not a lot different to any other large aggressive bird of prey. Not the same ability to fly, so wings make up less of the body weight, but same sharp beak, same sharp claws, same fuck you attitude and not what you’d really want for a pet.
Some breeds are small and docile and it’s those that we tend to picture in our minds eye when we think about chickens but they ain’t all the same.
I’m guessing they were sold to feed to snakes or what have you but, anyhow, she arrived home with them and my dad reared them under a light bulb in our shed.
One of them turned out to be a huge Rhode Island Red rooster, it was a massively powerful thing and incredibly territorial.
It was a psycho, it would kill any sparrows or pigeons it could get hold of in our back garden.
It would fly at you at head height, akin to a Japanese dive bomber coming at you out of the sun, and you had to beat it away with a big stick or it’d have you.
It hated my mum in particular and would attack her if she went out to get coal. I’d often get home from school to find my mum had locked herself in the coal shed for safety, and it may sound funny but it was serious - she used to go for a shovel of coal with 2 kitchen pans with her - one to throw at it on the way out and one for the way back - if she missed she had to shelter in the coal shed all afternoon until someone got home . . and tea didn’t get cooked. Rescue involved the big stick and a lot of swearing.
In the end my dad gave it away to the local parks department where they had a pen full of peacocks and other fancy poultry.
One of the park keepers told my dad that they’d had a problem with kids breaking into the pen but that’d stopped after they got given the rooster. He also showed my dad a big 4 inch long gouge out of the back of his calf where it had ambushed him and he’d needed stitches.
Make of this what you will but it educated me to that fact that a male chicken from one of the larger more aggressive breeds is not a lot different to any other large aggressive bird of prey. Not the same ability to fly, so wings make up less of the body weight, but same sharp beak, same sharp claws, same fuck you attitude and not what you’d really want for a pet.
Some breeds are small and docile and it’s those that we tend to picture in our minds eye when we think about chickens but they ain’t all the same.
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dronefromsector7G
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Probably dippersThere's some right nuggets on here.
Barcon
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Stop it. I’m starving.Probably dippers
dronefromsector7G
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Im about to have some chicken wings :-pStop it. I’m starving.
Barcon
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I’ve got some nuggets in the freezer. A toss up between them and a barley sandwich : )Im about to have some chicken wings :-p
Metalartin
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Well given this story, this seems quite misleading:
Placid, gentle giants?
Placid, gentle giants?
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idahoblues
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I've killed a lot of chickens