Chicken Little He's Not!

At first glance, this may look like a normal, barnyard rooster. However, trust me when I tell you he is possessed! I'm housesitting for my boss, while he and his family are in Mississippi, and one of the things I have to do every day is let the chickens out and collect the eggs. So Monday night I go out and let the innocent creatures out of their coop and instantly find myself being charged by foghorn leghorn here! If you've never had chickens or been around them at all, you really don't understand the fear this particular instance struck in me. You see, roosters have these huge spurs, or claws, on their legs that can do some serious damage and I got a good look at his when he started charging me. My first instinct was to lunge at it, the way you do a dog that's chasing you. Well, that didn't work. It really just ticked him off and he kept coming at me. So my next option was to take my shoes off and throw them at him, one at a time. The first shoe missed him entirely, but the second shoe landed squarely on his right side. This discouraged him enough that he turned and went to find the hens. So, he's gone and I'm thinking it's all clear to go get the eggs. So I go inside the chicken house and collect the four eggs, but to my horror I found him waiting for me outside the coop. I had managed to bring a mop down with me but had foolishly left it outside the pen. So there I am, trapped in a chicken coop, holding four eggs and nothing to defend myself with. Every time I would try to come out of the fence, there he was ready to lunge at my leg. I must have looked pretty funny out there....and when I say out there, I mean I was trapped out there for ten minutes. I finally realized that the only way to escape was to put the eggs down, slide my hand out and grab the mop and then shake it in his face as I came out of the fence. So, that's what I did and successfully escaped with my life, but with a little less of my pride. Needless to say, he's been on house arrest for two days.