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ROOSTER ATTACK
I have confirmed some of the facts about this with my older brother.
It concerned one of my younger brothers being attacked by a large Rhode Island red rooster. My brother was playing in the yard between the barn and the house. I was in the barn with Dad doing the chores when we heard loud screaming like someone was being killed. We went to the barn door and saw the rooster on my brothers back pecking him and flogging him with its wings. Before we could do anything, the rooster flew up onto a pump handle on a cistern. He started crowing like he was king of the world. My brother was still down on the ground screaming.
My Dad went to the rack where the milk pails were hung up to keep dogs and cats out of them. There was a .22 rifle hanging there also. My Dad almost always had a gun available where ever he was on the farm. He went to the door, leaned up against the sill and shot the rooster in the head. My brother and I agree it was 60 to 70 yards away across the cow yard, the road, and up the hill that the cistern was on. The rooster fell off and hardly moved. My brother quit screaming when he heard the shot. He got up and went on doing his thing. Dad hung the gun up and we went back to milking
I have confirmed some of the facts about this with my older brother.
It concerned one of my younger brothers being attacked by a large Rhode Island red rooster. My brother was playing in the yard between the barn and the house. I was in the barn with Dad doing the chores when we heard loud screaming like someone was being killed. We went to the barn door and saw the rooster on my brothers back pecking him and flogging him with its wings. Before we could do anything, the rooster flew up onto a pump handle on a cistern. He started crowing like he was king of the world. My brother was still down on the ground screaming.
My Dad went to the rack where the milk pails were hung up to keep dogs and cats out of them. There was a .22 rifle hanging there also. My Dad almost always had a gun available where ever he was on the farm. He went to the door, leaned up against the sill and shot the rooster in the head. My brother and I agree it was 60 to 70 yards away across the cow yard, the road, and up the hill that the cistern was on. The rooster fell off and hardly moved. My brother quit screaming when he heard the shot. He got up and went on doing his thing. Dad hung the gun up and we went back to milking
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