So here I am, in charge of feeding the animals while the family I'm staying at is away on holidays. The animals in this case is not a bunch of druids, nor children, but in fact, real animals! A rooster, tons of hens, and a few chickens. They want water, some birdstuff they eat, pieces of bread, that sort of stuff.
They're a happy bunch. The big ones go "cluck cluck cluck *prrrrr*" when I appear with the food, the small ones go "pip pip *prrrr*". All very happy to see me. But then there is the Rooster.... the king of the henhouse. He doesn't like me, oh no he doesn't. I'm an intruder in HIS henhouse, so he attacks the instant he sees me! (yeah, I know, the story of my life, right? Jealous men going for me on sight...)
So lately I've been going in there in big boots, and equipped with a broom. I found that even though he is big and strong and at several times have proven he can rip my clothes to shreds and chew the flesh of my bones, he's not very smart. He just can't get close to me when I keep the broom between us. He's an idiot. He's unable to find a way around it. For him there is only one way to his target, and that is in a straight line from where he's standing. So no matter how smart birds may be, this does not apply to roosters. That's proven. The funny thing though, is how angry he gets when he can't get to me. He's jumping up and down, tossing his head from side to side, and growling! Yes; he's growling!!
Have you ever heard a bird growl? No, neither had I. Until him. I wish I could record it, but I'm usually too busy fighting for my life, while holding a broom and carrying buckets of chickenfeed and water.
There were 2 roosters to begin with. We ate the less friendly one. So this 60cm tall monster that have decided to hate me, is the friendly one...
Here he is, the monster himself. That chicken wire fence is what's keeping me safe, and him away from the dinner table. For the time being....
