We had one like him when I lived on a farm as a 13yo. He was one mean bird too with the muscle to back it up. We were all terrified of him. I had a horse whip I’d carry around the farm to get him away from me. Tore up my jeans on more than one occasion. One day he attacked the neighbor’s kid, the farmer next door threw a rock at it. Hit Booster Rooster square between the eyes and that was the end of the campaign of rooster terror.
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