My wife and I are as opposite as two people can be(but married 53 years); she lives in the farm or ranch house we have down in Lakeshore, Mississippi, while me being the city boy, resides most of the time in Diamondhead. My wife and son have 24 chickens, a couple of horses, two cats, and two dogs most of the time. They also have one rooster that herds their chickens, and no man or beast comes between them and him. The other day I turned my back on the rooster while feeding the horses, and he attacked. I hit him with the shovel several times to try and stop his attack, but he didn’t give up until I got the water hoses and sprayed him with water.

This morning I came over to bring my wife her mail and, while there, let the chickens out of their cage. My wife usually lets them out early in the morning. This morning she did not. The rooster I saw walking up to the gate was not happy; he was cock mad, looking for a fight. He was walking back and forth, cackling at the hens as if telling them he would give us a piece of his mind when we opened this dam gate. I alertly opened the gate, and all chickens came running out, but not the rooster. I told myself as I turned my back to leave; stay inside there, you stupid ass rooster; about that time, he hit my back with a full attack. I slapped him down, he jumped right back at me in full fighting force; I grabbed him and slung him away; he came again, and I kicked him away. We both are now about three feet apart, his neck stretched to the sky, feathers in an Indian fighting position, with his one eye staring me down. This rooster and I battle for the territory that the rooster, misbelieves he owns. My wife came on the back porch catching the very end where two warriors faced each other, neither backing down from the other. This lasted a good five minutes, with the rooster all but telling me if I want more, come and get it, with me thinking rooster, you are most likely headed to a stew.