Chicken Soup

Chickens are ravenous. Period.

They eat anything that can be considered food. Even other chickens. They have no remorse.

Not that any of my chickens have eaten each other, but if I did grab a random chicken, kill it, and then throw it back into the coop, the other chickens would happily peck it away until there was nothing left but feathers.

The roosters are close to reaching maturity as well. And roosters are known for aggressive behavior. They always say, a rooster will go for the eyes if given the chance to pluck them out. Well, I tell you, what I witnessed was far more severe.

I saw a rooster pluck the head of a deer clean off.

I heard it in the woods. A rustling sound. Then a grandious "BA-COCK!!" And that's when I saw the mighty pluck. The lightning quick cock of the rooster's head blurred as it struck the innocent and unsuspecting deer's neck.

Then all I heard was the thud of the deer's head hitting the ground.

The rooster stood triumphant over the deer's convulsing carcass. The deer's head still had a look of innocense in it's eyes.

The rooster must have felt my presense. It turned to face me, scratched the ground, and let out a low rumbling "B-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-k!!" (I know it looks like book, but pronounce it like a long drawn out 'bok'). My knees shook. I turned to run, but the rooster had already gotten behind me. It looked at me like it had looked at the deer. I placed my hand on my neck. I could feel my pulse beating rapidly in my neck. The rooster sensed my fear.

Then with a flash and a mighty "Bak-cock!" the rooster lundged at me with such force, the trees fluttered in the wake.

In one instance, my foot met the rooster's head. As the rooster's body hit the ground, I could faintly see it's head tumbling end over end in an arc over the house.

I connected clean. The combination of the rooster's forceful thrust towards me and the velocity of my foot, combined to send the rooster's head clear over the house some 300 feet away.

I realized I kicked the rooster's head much farther than I had thrown any golf disc.

I stood in shock. If not for my lightning fast reflexes, I would have been in the same predicament as the deer.

Not today. Not this guy. The rooster didn't know who he was dealing with.

Ever since then, roosters cower in my presense. Because they know what I am thinking in my mind.

"Bring it on, you rooster fuck"