Chickens are incredibly tough! A few years back,one was outside crowing it's fool head off every morning- on top of all the other dog barking train noise and intentional redneck motor noise being thrown at your friendly neighborhood transgen woman, in another feeble right wing Establishment attempt to move me from yet another home and deprive me of my rights to life liberty and the pursuit of hapiness.
After a few days of it I'd had enough and decided to stick my head out the back door and see just what friggin hillbilly was trying to bother me away now, and had gotten a chicken to add to the TWELVE (YES, count 'em TWELVE barking dogs they'd surounded my yard with.)
When I opened the back door, I couldn't believeit but the offensive little fowl was standing right there on my back deck, crowing it's fool head off.
So I went and got my pellet rifle- slayer of many woodpeckers, and effective dog quieter-
and I opened the door again and plugged that chicken POINT BLANK-
right in the side from about 5 feet. I was figuring I'd have to throw the carcase in the lake, but the friggin thing just ran off and went about 100 yards down the street, where it crowed every morning for a few more weeks
until I and my pellet gun moved it away further.
later on, God sent the rains, and washed every living thing intent on my death from that valley.
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After a few days of it I'd had enough and decided to stick my head out the back door and see just what friggin hillbilly was trying to bother me away now, and had gotten a chicken to add to the TWELVE (YES, count 'em TWELVE barking dogs they'd surounded my yard with.)
When I opened the back door, I couldn't believeit but the offensive little fowl was standing right there on my back deck, crowing it's fool head off.
So I went and got my pellet rifle- slayer of many woodpeckers, and effective dog quieter-
and I opened the door again and plugged that chicken POINT BLANK-
right in the side from about 5 feet. I was figuring I'd have to throw the carcase in the lake, but the friggin thing just ran off and went about 100 yards down the street, where it crowed every morning for a few more weeks
until I and my pellet gun moved it away further.
later on, God sent the rains, and washed every living thing intent on my death from that valley.
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