I would find a little amusement in this story, except I have encountered a such a rooster. That viscious bastard would chase our golf cart, pecking at and trying to spur the tires. (His spurs were the size of eagle talons). He literally would hide in waiting, then attack. I called him Cujo. How I hated him. But what a rush!
I would find a little amusement in this story, except I have encountered a such a rooster. That viscious bastard would chase our golf cart, pecking at and trying to spur the tires. (His spurs were the size of eagle talons). He literally would hide in waiting, then attack. I called him Cujo. How I hated him. But what a rush!
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