My childhood neighbour (great aunt or whatever around some corners, we called her auntie even if she technically wasn’t) had chickens. Their rooster was fairly chill, but unfortunately mortal and eventually supplanted by a younger. That cunt was a genuine asshole, about what you’d expect from a young cock without anyone to trim his wings (figuratively, but also literally - mate could jump up to a kid’s eye level with them things).
Where his predecessor had come to know us and tolerated us near the hens, the young punk was out for fucking blood. Whether he was jealous that the hens would come running to us, whether he thought he needed to protect them from what they clearly didn’t see as threat or whether he was trying to play the tough guy in front of his chicks, I don’t know. Bottom line, we stopped visiting the hens.
My childhood neighbour (great aunt or whatever around some corners, we called her auntie even if she technically wasn’t) had chickens. Their rooster was fairly chill, but unfortunately mortal and eventually supplanted by a younger. That cunt was a genuine asshole, about what you’d expect from a young cock without anyone to trim his wings (figuratively, but also literally - mate could jump up to a kid’s eye level with them things).
Where his predecessor had come to know us and tolerated us near the hens, the young punk was out for fucking blood. Whether he was jealous that the hens would come running to us, whether he thought he needed to protect them from what they clearly didn’t see as threat or whether he was trying to play the tough guy in front of his chicks, I don’t know. Bottom line, we stopped visiting the hens.
And I’d still take him over geese.